The Case of the Missing Soap
The Case of the Missing Scriptures
One Sunday as I was getting ready to go out the door for church I realized that my scriptures weren't in my bag. They are always in my bag, ready for church. I only use them at church. (I have another set for at home, people.) I looked. For three weeks I looked. I looked in the laundry room three times. All in vain. I was at the point of despair, Devin and I had agreed we would buy me a new set. I did not want a new set. One lovely afternoon I was standing in the laundry room, trying to make sure I had not forgotten anything for an outing we were going on, when my gaze drifted to the counter top. There, in a beam of light (probably) they sat. Who put them there? When? Devin was out of town. I had not done it. But they were not there the day before. Hallie is not tall enough to reach the top of that counter. There are no clear suspects.
The Case of the Dirty Laundry
I dumped out a basket of clean laundry to begin folding. Devin needed some pajamas for Hanna. He picked up the nearest pair, and asked me if they were clean. I said all of the clothes in that pile were clean, they had just come out of that basket, which had just come out of the dryer. He pointed to a spot. He asked me if I was sure they were clean, citing that the spot felt sort of crusty. I sniffed. They were decidedly not clean. How did one pair of pajamas remain stinky and crusty through a wash and dry cycle? None of the other clothes were similarly still gross.
The Case of the Laundry Addition
I put clothes in the washer to wash. I sorted them, turned them inside out or right side in, depending on their individual care instructions. I did not put my lady clothing in their special bag for washing. I transferred the clothes to the dryer when the washer sang to me. (My washer sings when it is done. So does the dryer. It's very nice.) They spun and spun in the dryer. I took the clothes out when the dryer sang to me. On top of the heap fell my lady clothing in their special bag. Who had put that in the wash? Devin was out of town, and yet they had been very carefully inserted, zipped up, and joined with the rest of the clothes. There are no clues as to how they got there.
I have long decided we have a friendly ghost in our midst. Except, I'd like my soap back. And for all the clothes to get clean. But thanks for the scriptures. And for putting my lady clothes in the wash.
I do appreciate that.
Do you have any unsolved mysteries at your house?
Post-Edit: We found the missing soap this morning. I have three remaining unsolved mysteries.