Editor’s View: Did you ever have ‘one of those weeks’?
Last week was “one of those weeks.”
A week during which I wondered if I had been cursed by the gods or if a mischievous gremlin had taken up residence in my home.
The trip into the Twilight Zone began last Wednesday when I returned home from shopping.
I wear prescription sunglasses while driving and take them off when I unload the groceries on the kitchen table.
That was the last I saw the sunglasses.
When I needed them next, I looked on the table, in the car, on the lawn, in the bedrooms and in the living and dining rooms - anywhere and everywhere.
By Friday, I was at wit’s end.
A former Lehigh Valley Press editor once told me to say a prayer to St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost items, when something goes missing.
There is a short ditty many say to invoke his help: “Tony, Tony come around, something’s lost and can’t be found.”
What did I have to lose? (Oh, I had better be careful saying that.)
Well, having been christened a Catholic as a baby, I gave it a try.
On Saturday morning, while walking down the stairs, my eye caught the missing glasses in - where else - the antique pitcher and wash basin on the dining room credenza.
Don’t ask me how they got there. I just immediately said thank you to St. Tony.
With that successful, though mysterious, find, a cup of coffee was definitely needed.
I put a cup of coffee into the microwave, but the touch pad would not work.
I tried and tried - no luck.
OK, out the back door with the noncompliant kitchen appliance. Well, not quite yet, but maybe.
I left the microwave at the back door until the next morning when I decided to plug it in one more time.
The kitchen gremlins had definitely decided to play with me.
The microwave worked ... or so I thought.
I lifted it back up onto the counter, grabbed another cup of coffee and the touch pad again did not work.
I unplugged the microwave and decided to toss it out another day.
But wait ... just one more try.
So, I now have a haunted microwave that works only once when plugged in. And, that’s the way it has been going - plug in, unplug, plug in, unplug ...
Next on my trip into the land of the lost is the missing mantle clock key.
With autumn beginning Sept. 22, I decided to do some fall and Halloween decorating on Saturday.
Of course, one cannot redecorate without dusting, so I decided to move the clock.
I heard the key, which had been on top of the clock, fall and hit the wood floor.
Immediately retrieving the flashlight, I got down on my hands and knees and searched and searched.
The key was nowhere in sight.
Well, by now, I definitely needed a cup of coffee.
Plugged in the microwave, sat at the kitchen table (where the sunglasses thankfully were still located) and wondered if St. Anthony would have time for another request.
I have decided to wait a bit before making another entreaty of the obliging saint. I don’t want to wear out my welcome.
And, now the refrigerator has started squealing.