Working in the basement in Feb

[Marthe48]

I came across a song my b-i-l wrote concerning events that happened the night my husband and I welcomed our second child into the world. My husband was with me when our daughter was born, and left the hospital very late to go home. Somehow met up with his brother. They wanted to go for coffee, and went to an all-night truckstop. In the middle of the night. Fifty miles from the hospital. One thing led to another and 2 days later, the sheriff came to our house and arrested my husband. He also went to b-i-l's house and arrested him. Their uncle bailed them out, but they had to go to court. The woman who had had them arrested said she only wanted to arrest my b-i-l. but the cop said she had to have them both arrested. so the judge dropped charges against my husband. When she presented her case to the court, the judge said he could actually have her charged with assault. My b-i-l ended up having to pay a small fine for saying the F word in a truck stop. It was ridiculous and surrreal. And quite a bit of it was funny, in a s.e. Ohio kind of way.

My b-i-l wrote the events down in rhyme and set it to music. I ended up with the only copy. That is the paper I came across in Feb. I set it aside, and soon after went to Iceland with my daughters. My younger daughter, the one who was born at the time, drove us to her sister's house, where we were catching the plane. I mentioned finding the paper. Somehow, she had never heard the story, so I told her. She wants to see the song her uncle wrote. I was confident I knew right where I put it. I went to the basement to get the paper, and darn it, it is not where I thought it was. I've poked around several times, and haven't come across it. I'm getting over a bad bout of bronchitis, and I'm hoping to look very hard to find it without relying on my memory. Arghhh!

[Fla Dem]

1. I do that all the time.

Put something right where I'll know to look for it, and lo and behold, it's not there. Usually find it somewhere else in an equally logical place. However I swear there are gremlins at work that move things around just to cause me aggravation.

[Marthe48]

2. I have such a clear mental picture of what I did

Yes, gremlins. I was doing a lot of work down there, and moved things around. I must have moved the whole box. I was looking for the last hour and had no luck. Taking a break :/

[Donkees]

3. Maybe you placed the song with the poem collection you mentioned earlier?

[Marthe48]

4. I remember I was sorting papers

and put several unlike things into a flat box with other papers, to sort through later. I think I'm looking for that box. But where I put it is a puzzle. I brought my poetry out to look through (you know how that will go-Oh, yeah, I forgot I wrote that! lol)

I had free time in Jan, and got a lot of sorting done, a lot of shifting around. But since then, a month interuption, with lots of activity. And I make myself crazy when I want to fond something.

I'm learning that a) not as organized as I'd like to think, and b) my memory is not as helpful lol

[Donkees]

5. You'll find it when you're not looking for it. That's how it goes around here :)

[Marthe48]

6. UPDATE: I found it!

I put it in my ideas folder and put it on a shelf in my old office. My memory function must have shut off when I was sorting into the box and before I got the brilliant idea of putting all of the ideas into the folder.

[Donkees]

7. Glad to hear it :)