have you seen my blue sweater anywhere?

i looked through my closet rack three times.  three times........no pretty blue sweater.  it has long sleeves, sparkly buttons, tiny pockets in front........so comfy.  just right for .......well shoot, seriously where could it be?

could it be in your dryer?  it's not in mine........did i leave it in your hall closets?  could it have moved out in the middle of the night? left without a note......after all our time together?

living alone can give freedoms and limitations.  i can say outloud, "Hey, have you seen my blue sweater anywhere?" .... nobody is here to help me look, joke with me about it........tell me something.  Rio and Mia could be in a blue sweater theft conspiracy plot......but somehow it seems beyond anything they would care about.......unless an enemy got to them, hired them with promises of cat nip and fresh fish daily.........wild cat parties......free tickets to Cats on Broadway........

but nobody hates me enough to do that......i'm too boringly normal and offroad for anyone to want to drive me mad.  yes, i thought it could be that gray foggy beast we deal with, the mighty mighty brain fog......but i'm ridiculously organized sort of.  meaning my clothes are either in the closet, in the dirty clothes, hanging in the laundry room......they are not scattered hither and yon......so again i wonder where could it be?

sometimes i hang sweaters over other tops or dresses, but to date i've never hung a sweater under a shirt.......we know it's not under my bed.  it's not in the garage on the hooks with my rain coats.  where is it?

i put a sundress on and thought that bright happy sweater will perk me up.......maybe it's gone on walkabout?  moved to Seattle or Portland to join in the art or music scene?  i can't see it in Los Angeles......too warm there.  but maybe it's in Chicago on the shoulders of someone walking by the lake?  shoreline drive if i remember right.....

time for breakfast......what are we having? wish we could......have breakfast together.  i can make pancakes or french toast.  no waffle maker though.......waffles make me miss my Dad.  he was the waffle making king......he loved making waffles for some reason.  he would whistle while he worked, when they were ready he would pop them out of the iron all nice and steamy hot onto our plates.  we liked to watch the butter melt into the waffle squares then fill them up with maple syrup........yummmmmmm.  well shoot now i want a pecan waffle from Waffle House. 

i have eggs......how do you want your eggs this morning?  i have never made hollandaise sauce......which is what you put on top of the fancy egg dish......can't think of what it is called.  darn.  it has english muffins, topped with a poached egg and canadian bacon. 

but i can make omelettes or well you name it and i'll fake it! 

wow, that morning energy pocket just took off........tuckered out now.  i'm going to make either scrambled or poached eggs for myself with a side of 9 grain bread and a fresh orange for dessert.........can you call an orange at the end of breakfast a dessert?  if not, i'm gonna anyway! 

well if you see my blue sweater give me a holler......maybe i did leave it at your house, i mean after all i'm such a jet setter, always somewhere going and doing all over the globe!!!!!!!  ha ha ha........silly and yet wistful, i wish i could visit and that i had accidentally left my sweater at your place.  that means i would be having more life, more fun........more blue sweater.

your idiot pal........don't overdo it.  take care of you!