I am still doing spring cleaning type housework. I have misplaced my trash bags and it’s hard to do a good clear-out without them. I reorganized my kitchen yesterday and I probably put them somewhere sensible. I just can’t remember where that is. I’m contemplating going to the store to buy some, even knowing that I will spy them as soon as I get back in the door.
I probably didn’t put the bags anywhere. I think my Pooka did it. He’s a little guy that moves things around the house just to drive me crazy. He disappeared several years ago (probably off annoying some other family), but he has made sorties in here several times since then to hide things I needed. He’s very good at hiding things. I can search for a lost item for hours, then suddenly, just as I’ve given up, it reappears right under my nose. This little trick is especially annoying when I've given up all hope and bought a brand new item, only to return from shopping to set the new one down right on top of the lost object. It makes me want to scream. With is probably why he left. I curse like a sailor in the tropics when I get upset and it no doubt offended him.
But then again, it might be good to have him back full time. As I get older, I get more forgetful and it would be nice to have someone else to blame.
(A Pooka is a "harmless", but mischievious, imaginary sprite. That's one acount. Other dictionaries say they are malicious supernatural beings that often take the shape of an animal. Jimmy Stewart's Harvey was a benevolent pooka. If you haven't seen the movie Harvey you should; it'a a classic comedy as old as me. Reportedly, during the filming of the movie, Jimmy Stewart insisted the director make some shots wider so that Harvey could be in the scenes. If you don't know why this is mentionable, you probably haven't seen the movie.)
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