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Where Did All the Things Go?
There’s a deceptively simple answer to this question if I’m interpreting it right.
If I lost all my ‘stuff,’ I’d declare victory over downsizing. Then, I’d probably have a party which would require that I buy a bunch of plates and wine glasses and things for people to sit on. So, I imagine that the lost possessions would reincarnate themselves, probably via multiple visits to Target and Goodwill.
We kind of have a head start on this issue of possession replacement because we have appeared to have lost our cast iron frying pan. Actually, it was my parents’ cast iron frying pan which I took from their house after my dad died. I also took my dad’s minnow bucket and my parents’ bedroom furniture. That’s right. The bed I was conceived in is just feet from where I am sitting. It even has the same bedspread. New mattress, though, in case you’re wondering. I mean 76+ years with one mattress would be expecting a lot.
So, the cast iron frying pan. Essential piece of cookware here. And we cannot find it. That means I will have to buy a new one, season it, and bring it into the family. It won’t have the history of the old frying pan – no residue from all the fried canned potatoes and scrambled eggs my dad made at roadside picnic areas when we went on our month-long ‘out west’ road trips, five people in a 1948 Ford.
You want to ask, don’t you, how we could possibly lose a cast iron frying pan. You are probably imagining our house to be a hoarding nightmare, that the frying pan is buried under great mountains of unfolded laundry and bags of Christmas lights. It isn’t. We looked. Just kidding. We didn’t look.
There you have it, though. If I lost all my possessions, I would buy a new cast iron frying pan right away.
Note: That is not our cast iron frying pan in the photo. Ours did not have a chicken in it.
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and it may pop up again, when and where you least expect it.
It has to. Honestly, how could a cast iron frying pan just up and disappear? It’s too weird for words.
here is where I found a frying pan once at my friend’s house -)
https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2024/05/07/40585/
I did. I had an ex who was deeply spiteful. But in the 34 years married to Garry I again have an overabundance. Lack of stuff is — sadly — an easy problem to cure. The think I regretted was losing all my photographs.
That’s a rough one. I bet there were some stunning ones.
I would suggest that Swirl took it for a snack but I think even Swirl would reject chewing on cast iron.
You know that occurred to me but there’d be traces somewhere. LOL
This made me laugh out loud! I appreciate your well-written sense of humor. Thanks for the smile and piqued curiosity about where your pan could possibly be? 😆
If you have any ideas, send them along. We’re relatively neat and orderly (not obsessively so) so it’s truly weird that it’s disappeared. More on this as the case unfolds.