...in and around the one cottage that I now live in:
1) A pencil among the watermelon-rinds in the little plastic bag of vegetable-trash that I keep in my sink.
(I had been eating watermelon while sitting in an armchair and using a pencil to occasionally mark a book, and when I went to go set the pencil down, I must have accidentally put it among the plate of rinds on the end-table next to me, rather than on the table itself, and then not noticed when I picked up the plate of rinds and went to the sink and disposed of them.)
2) Two bars of chocolate in my bright orange drawbag backpack that rests on the coat-hanger rack by my front door.
(I must have put them in there rather than in my workbag without thinking, because they're next to each other on my coat-hanger rack... I spent forever trying to figure out where the chocolate went to when I got to work that day, and when I got home I looked in my kitchen cabinets and in the old canvas bags that I had gone to the grocery store with, in case I had accidentally left them in there, but I didn't find anything and I was just puzzled, and then like a day or two later I go to use my bright orange drawbag backpack and I take it off the rack and I open it and what do you know, the chocolate's in there.)
3) A yellow washcloth in the dirty utility sink next to the washer in the basement of the front house, where the common laundry area is.
(I had picked up two new washcloths at the one local secondhand store like half a year ago, and then one disappeared, so as best as I can figure, it must have dropped in that utility sink when I was over by the washer putting my batch of light clothes in, or maybe maybe it had dropped on the floor there, and one of my neighbors in the front house had picked it up and then put it in the dirty utility sink... Whatever happened, that f*cker was gone for well over a month, maybe two, before I found it sitting in that dirty utility sink.)
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