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Finding the Stash

Before the painters came, I pulled Each picture from the wall And stashed them every place I could, Most anywhere at all. And now the painting’s finished So I’m searching high and low For where I put some things away - I honestly don’t know. Exhaustion’s gotten in the way – I’m calling it a night. Tomorrow when I fish around, I hope to get a bite.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/28/2022 10:00:00 AM

I can never find everything after I put them "somewhere safe", so I understand this feeling.

Deb M

Date: 9/24/2022 5:29:00 PM

Haha can relate to this poem Ilene! Those safe places are hard to remember!!! Enjoyed….Debx

John Watt

Date: 9/23/2022 12:03:00 PM

oh i do have that same syndrome whenever i move or paint... wish i could come up with a better system.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 9/22/2022 11:24:00 AM

I went through that last October when my apartment was redecorated. I have yet to "unpack" some things! Good luck to you! Aloha!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 9/22/2022 2:17:00 AM

Lol, how often I've done that put things in a safe place and later even I couldn't find it. Tom

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/21/2022 9:34:00 PM

Hope the 'fish' are biting for you tomorrow, Ilene... Nice analogy there... I myself get a tad frustrated trying to find things when we paint and/or remodel. My wife doesn't seem to mind though. She's a model of decorum. I think she could have made a great Queen of Russia. Never gets flustered... --She'd have shown those Tartars how to behave themselves. lol. ~ gw