homemade blues

So this morning, I was looking for my glasses. I vaguely remembered putting them next to my pillow before zonking off (we came back late after attending a colleague's wedding dinner), but this morning, I just couldn't find them. I looked everywhere, the bedside table, under the bed, the dresser, the bathroom, which was not very easy considering my short-sightedness.

I searched calmly; I wasn't running late - in fact, I got up early. I wasn't too worried that I wouldn't find them because I have another pair, and I can always use my contacts. But they were my favourite pair, so... Anyway, I almost gave up, and I went to the bedside table again for something else, and then, I saw my glasses, just sitting near the edge, at the foot of the bed.

I was very sure that they weren't there just a moment before. Very, very sure. I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, like the hair at the back of my neck stand up, or a chill down my spine, or whatever it is you're supposed to feel when something weird just happened. I asked G if he had put the glasses there. He didn't even know I was looking for them. Hhmmph.

So I guess I'll just chalk it up as another unexplained mystery.

This wasn't the first time something disappeared and re-appeared unexplicably. The last time that happened, it was in my mother's house in KB, and it was A's milk bottle. It was just so bizzare. It was late afternoon, and A was alone, sleeping in my parent's room. When I heard him cry for his milk, I went into the room to fetch his bottle which was just next to him.

To my surprise, it wasn't there. I knew it was there before because I saw it there, when I went to check on him earlier. I looked all over the bed and the room, but of course, it just wasn't there. I called Oom to make another bottle, and by then, he had already woken up, crying, and both Oom and I looked for the missing bottle. Even Oom confirmed that the bottle was on the bed when he first fell asleep.

We still couldn't find it, then I asked Oom to pick A up and bring him outside. I watched Oom walk out the room with him, and then looked back to the bed. Lo and behold, the missing bottle was there, next to the pillow A was sleeping on. I was absolutely sure that it wasn't there before, because I had almost turned the whole bed upside down looking for it earlier. Weird, huh?

At that time, I did feel a prickling sensation on my neck and along my spine. But I was more annoyed than freaked out because I needed the bottle earlier to pacify A! I told G, and he thought nothing of it. "You found the bottle, right? Just let it go," he says.

Ok, ok. I believe already.