The Missing

"No.  I want to have enough so that they can rotate through limbo."  I said to my husband.

We were discussing handkerchiefs.  Cloth handkerchiefs.  Men's cloth handkerchiefs.   Mine seemed to have all disappeared. 

Me & handkerchiefs go way back, mostly because of the fact that me & allergies go way back.  There's a photo somewhere in the family archives of me as a toddler in my Sunday best with a hankie pinned to my dress.  It was ragweed season, and Mom knew I couldn't make it to the end of church without a hankie handy.

It's ragweed season again.  Gotta have those hankies- in my purse, in my pockets, on my nightstand... The strong cloth kind.  Paper facial tissue & women's handkerchiefs (the decorative kind with pretty embroidery) are no match for my sneezes.

I wrote "Men's Cloth Handkerchiefs" on the grocery list, and then speculated aloud that the AWOL snot rags were probably in winter coat pockets, pockets of rarely worn pants or skirts, and maybe hiding in the bottom of dresser drawers.  They were in limbo. 

Hubby kindly offered to search through coat pockets for me, but I declined.

I need new ones.

Enough to rotate

Through limbo.
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