Can We Talk 2

Missing Kindle

         I have misplaced my Kindle. I may have left it in a doctor's office. But it's more likely that I put it up somewhere at home when I thought the kids were coming to visit. Only where? I hid it from them really well.

         I'm not claiming early dementia yet. I've been through dresser drawers, kitchen cabinets, satchels, purses, even the storage bin between the car seats. I'll find it some day. I've been looking for over a week, so I did a good number on it. I'm actually leaning towards having dropped it somewhere away from home. One of the kids might have picked it up, but surely a parent would have realized eventually that it didn't belong to them. No, I've tucked it away somewhere. Meanwhile, I'm reading old books, real books, that I haven't opened or that my Mom left.

         They say that reading a real book, actually turning the pages physically, is good for us. It engages us more in the reading. And it helps us to rest better at night. I love my Kindle. It actually was a gift from someone else to my dad, but he couldn't learn to use it. He refused to try reading from the small screen even when I made the print bigger. He reads constantly. So I took it over.

         I'll keep searching.