The mystery of the missing outline deepens.
FACT: I had it with me when I left the restaurant Friday night.
FACT: I remember tossing it onto the passenger side seat along with the half-dozen comic books I picked up on the way to the restaurant and the leftover grilled cornish game hen I was to later share with the dogs.
FACT: A thorough search of the car last night turned up no trace of the outline (but did unearth several misplaced CD’s, plenty of old parking stubs, and one desiccated avocado).
And, given the aforementioned facts, it is reasonable to assume that I did , in fact, bring the outline into the house with me Friday night, meaning it now resides somewhere within said house.
No, I didn’t take it somewhere else.
No, I didn’t inadvertently recycle it (I check the bin).
No, I didn’t accidentally throw it away (Yes, I rooted through the garbage. Yes, I wore gloves.)
Which brings us to one of two possible scenarios…
1) Fondy “filed it away”: The fact that she makes a point of NOT filing my stuff away and leaving it to amass in a large pile until I do something about it would lead me to discount this theory. Yes, there’s the possibility that she filed it away with her paperwork but this seems improbable given that the whole point of “filing something away” necessitates one identify and index the documents “to be filed”.
2) I put it away somewhere far from the prying eyes of would-be burglars, nosey visitors, and television writers eager to start work on their new script. This one seems the more likely scenario but, despite a thorough search of the premises, I’ve come up empty. I checked all the obvious places: the kitchen, my briefcase, the office, the work-out room, my bed room, the bathrooms. Hell, I even checked the not so obvious places: under all the furniture, between the pages of my books, the pockets of my various jackets, even the laundry room in the unlikely event I’d swept it up and put it through the wash. Next up, I start checking out the REALLY unobvious places: the various food pantries, the garden, my dogs’ stool.
This is going to haunt me my entire trip.
Oh, to those asking who is taking care of the critters while I’m off on vacation – Fondy and her visiting family will be holding the fort. And, hopefully, looking for that damn outline!
Okay, next time you hear from me, I’ll be in Tokyo – and thoroughly exhausted. I should make my hotel room around 8:00 p.m. local time (which should be, I believe, about 3:00 a.m. Vancouver time).
Make sure you’re up!
And before I go, I’d like to offer the latest in what will hopefully be a long and entertaining line of “slightly edited comments from obnoxious posters”. This one, from notgoingtowatchanymore who writes:
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Your plots are […] involving […] and […] viewers really […] love […] the ship […].
[…] SGU […]. […] I loved […] it […].Answer: Thanks! And we at SGU love you too.
See you in Tokyo!
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