My story that does not make me very happy

It started very late Sunday evening. Earlier that day the twins were blessed at church, and we then had lunch together here. But you all know that.

About 11pm right before we went to bed, I decided I needed to have a little bowl of cereal. So I did. Mighty Bites are what they are called. Trader Joes version of Cheerios, I think.

While eating, I suddenly felt something in my mouth that shouldn't have been there. Oh no, my tooth chipped off, or so I thought. Okay, so I'm thinking there goes my day tomorrow. I have to call the dentist first thing in the morning and see if I can get in.

I try to go to sleep but my heart is beating really fast because I so do not like to go to the dentist. And I had many things planned for my Monday, which did not include dental work.

So this morning, I find my purse, pull out my Daytimer that has the dentist's phone number, and every other number of my life, and call the dentist at 8am, as soon as they are open. I was told to come right in, as soon as I could get there. The drive is 30 minutes from my house, so I said I would be there by 9:00.

I hurry, eat, brush my teeth, grab my purse and get in the car.

I listen to music on the way there, reflect back on the twins' blessing, and wonder if my mother was indeed with us yesterday. Plus, my tooth, I keep thinking about my tooth. What all are they going to have to do to me this time?? In other words, I'm distracted.

I find one parking place open, like it had my name on it. I pull in, get out of the car and walk towards the door.

Suddenly I see a woman going ahead of me. She looks normal and all, so I'm thinking...yes, I will hurry and follow her in so we can ride the elevator together being I don't like to get into one of those alone. I walk even faster. Turns out she took the stairs. Oh well, so I get into the elevator anyway and go up to floor 3.

When I get to Dr. Starr's office I'm told they are working me in, so just take a seat and wait. So I open my purse and reach for my Daytimer. I thought I would use the time to go over my appts for the week...to find out where I am suppose to be each day, and with who.

There is no Daytimer. I don't panic thinking I must have forgotten to put it back into my purse after I used it to get Dr. Starr's # this morning at home.

Turns out it was not actually my tooth that chipped, but an old crown. Dr Starr says I need to have it replaced, and they have an opening tomorrow for that. Should be a lovely 2 hours with him.

I make the appt, stop off to get my glasses fixed on the way home, and then a short trip to Target. Come home expecting to find my Daytimer but it is NOWHERE.

I call Dennis at work and ask if he would mind going to my dentist's office and look around for it in the parking lot. He does that, and also checks the elevator, and all the other places I walked by while there. He comes up with nothing.

I open every drawer and cupboard I can think of. I even check all the garbage cans in our home. I check behind every cushion, every flat surface, both bathrooms....nothing. I check my purse and the car and the garage, numerous times. Numerous times.

I wish I had my pedometer on today. It would have clocked mileS, just looking around our house.

I've had this Daytimer for well over a decade. It holds all my addresses and phone numbers from family, friends, and businesses from the past 30 plus years. Also much of my very private important information that would mean nothing to anyone else. But it means tons to me.

Where can it be? My only guess is that it must have fallen out of purse as I got out of the car to hurry into the dentist's office. When I suddenly walked really fast to catch up with that normal looking lady, maybe that is when it fell out.

My only hope is that whoever has it will call me. My phone number is in it, with a plea to contact me if they find it. I always have worried about losing it so I put that little message inside just in case. I think it also says I would give a reward for it's return. I hope it says that.

It is a very unsettling feeling knowing it is out there somewhere.

I found out the names and phone #s of every doctor in that 3 story office building. Surprisingly there were only 4 other doctor's offices, but I called them all. No one claims to have had a Daytimer returned to them.

I know there are much worse things that could have happened to me or my family today. I realize that we live day to day with such tremendous blessings. I realize this. But still, I want and need my Daytimer back. I don't like the thought of someone who is not filled with good thoughts, having my "life on paper" in their hands right now.

So I keep praying for its return. That whoever has it right now, will take it out of their car, or their briefcase where they tossed it this morning, open it up and notice my phone number.

I believe there are far more good people in this world than bad. I just hope one of them has it, and they will get around to calling me soon.