Lost and found

Friday I lost track of this Cross ball point pen. (On hot summer days, I often wear polo shirts to campus and where to clip pens and pencils is a problem.) I looked everywhere I could think I might have set it down, but no luck.

Today I stopped at the campus garden to photograph butterflies or other critters and at one point I set my book bag on the ground to change lenses.

When it was time to leave, I reached down for my book bag and voilà! There was the pen, still in the grass from Friday!

Whew! This was one of my late father-in-law’s writing instruments. Absent-minded or not, I still prefer to use these sentimental things, rather than put them away in a drawer. With me, this risks “loss,” but that risk “goes with the territory”!

One year ago (“One [self-] challenge met!”): http://365project.org/rhoing/365/2012-08-27
Two years ago (“Afternoon at the vineyards”): http://365project.org/rhoing/365/2011-08-27

[Rick Schies]

I am so glad you found your Cross. I received one upon graduation from college, loved it, but lost it a few years later. Never did get it back, and chances are the person that acquired it has no idea of its quality