WHERE, OH, WHERE DID THEY GO?

Just this last week, I was feeling quite good about our new digs.  I thought I knew where everything was, why I’d kept it and what it was for.

Until.

Until I needed a tray.  Well, actually two trays, because friends were coming for drinks and nibbles.

I’ve had many, many trays in my life.  I love trays. I had painfully winnowed them down to a precious few, due to the new space.  But when I needed them, I realized I had no idea where they were.  Thus, the hunt began. 

Now just to be clear, we have a lovely kitchen with just the right amount of day-to-day storage but the trays were just too big and bulky to fit. I decided to look in the cupboards under the bookshelves.  The trays were not readily apparent.  But, in the process, a large, square, heavy  and still tightly wrapped “something” caught my eye.  I pulled it out.  With some degree of effort, I might add.   What it was wasn’t immediately apparent but the movers had written a note on the wrapping paper that resonated deeply with me.  Particularly at that very moment.  It said:

Handle With Care. Loose Marbles Inside.