My day? Oh, it was great. Especially the part when I dropped my keys down a well.

I need to start carrying my camera with me, because I think a good well picture would really add some pizazz here.

So, my keys are in a well in a state park. I am currently unable to gain entry to my house, car, or mailbox.

I thought, when I approached the ranger station looking embarrassed, that they were going to say something along the lines of, "Ha, ha, don't worry, this happens all the time!" Instead they were more like, "How did the keys get in the well? Was this some sort of dare?"

It seems there is ONE volunteer who occasionally climbs down the well to collect loose change. You would think that if this guy is willing to risk his life climbing into a three hundred year old well that might collapse in on him at any minute in order to gather up three quarters and a penny, he would be willing to scoot down there to retrieve my keys.

It further seems that only one of the three park rangers who work this park is not obese. He didn't seem very keen on getting in the well, and the other two won't fit.

The well looks rustic and charming, but it is an evil black hole for keys (I can't even see them at the bottom).

Maybe you could just take all the books and start your own library

To recap: we are moving and I decided to take only my favorite two hundred or so books with me. These other losers are getting donated unless someone wants to read one? Some of them are pretty good, but just didn't make the cut. Some I bought with every intention of reading but deep down I know I will never get to them.

Memoirs/Personal Essay Collections:

• Miss American Pie (according to back cover- about growing up in the 70's)
• Fraud (according to back cover- really funny)
• Shiksa Goddess (my mom read this one and liked it)

Leftovers:

• Garden of Beasts by Jeffrey Deaver (probably good and suspenseful)
• Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret (if you read my previous posts, you know that this book has spent some time in our fireplace. Also, my son ate a little bit of the cover off. Is there anyone out there who didn't read this growing up???)
• A Rare Murder in Princeton (I grew up near Princeton so thought maybe I would enjoy reading about someone getting murdered in my town? According to the cover there are recipes included. Of what, I have no idea)
• Writing a Woman's Life (I doubt this is going to be in high demand unless someone has a term paper to write)
• The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen (This won a National Book Award! Someone should read it and then lend it back to me if it is any good)
• Sisters of the Road (mystery, I think)
• Handling Sin (This looks good, but it's over 600 pages long, and since it's not Harry Potter, I don't have time for it)

Halloween costume preview

For Halloween this year I really wanted my son to be a presidential candidate. Mostly because I think he looks cute with his hair combed and parted. Imagine that stern hairdo with a miniature suit and red tie with a little American flag pin on the lapel. Hee hee! Anyway, I didn't have any luck finding a suit or tie. I didn't look very hard, so it's not too surprising that I didn't have any luck. I did find a flag pin, which isn't going to do me much good since he is going to be something else.

We had a sailor costume fitting session a few days ago, and as you can see by the picture, it went great. I mean, really fantastic. Boy, he could have worn that thing ALL NIGHT. He was practically begging me to let him sleep in it. Yes sir. He was like, I wish I could wear this every day. It's not itchy or constricting at all!

Too bad for him, it also has a matching hat.

The problem with people who are me

They leave their cell phone on the bathroom vanity behind the toothpaste and then blame their children when they can't find it.

The problem with toddlers

Well, I could write a hundred posts on this topic, but the situation at hand is: they lose things and are terribly creative about it. Imagine that you live in an idyllic world which doesn't include a toddler and you can't find your cell phone. It could really only be a limited number of places; your purse, in the car, a coat pocket, in the couch cushions. Places like that.

With a toddler, the number of places your missing cell phone (or keys, or anything else that is really important) could be expands exponentially. They pick up some item of interest and escape with it. When they spot some fun location in your house they shove it in there and wander off.

My son likes to cram things in the garbage can and say "bye bye". Sometimes I notice and sometimes I don't. Items rescued from the trash: dustpan and brush, legos, cat food dish (more than once). Items not rescued from the trash: I shudder to think.

He also regularly sticks things behind the grate in our gas fireplace. Items I found the last three times I removed the grate just in case: spatula (two), puzzle pieces (horse and goat), pretzel rod (half eaten), Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, comb shaped like octopus.

My cell phone could be ANYWHERE!!! I'll give you a minute to let the enormity of that statement sink in. I'm sure you have never lost something and then stumbled across it only to say, "Oh! How happy I am to have found my favorite widget in the toilet/ the diaper pail/ the stove broiler/ behind a bush in my neighbor's yard." With a toddler these are very real possibilities. Things could be behind books in your bookcase, or in a drawer you never open (say, the one full of exercise clothes). My phone could be in a shoe at the back of my closet, or in the cat litter box. The options are endless and terrifying.