Unnamed lost things, persons, places and a "disciplining" conversation with Lucky.

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So Lucky is 7 or 8, and has been the most mild mannered and cleanly housebroken for the vast majority of those years, but in the past year or so has had a very few episodes of liquid incontinence, only on a certain spot in the kitchen floor. It's never been an issue, although in the first occasions I'll admit to a raised voice, then grousing and mild scolding while I paper toweled and spray cleansered it away. Plus, my own stifling of frustration since it's impossible to blame or "punish" him who knows not what he does. And I've done the due diligence of soul searching, like, What did I do or not for him to take it out on me with peeing retribution. And, no, there was no punishment of withholding his 3 P.M. High Tea of two Brazil nuts (to get rid of those in favor of my cashews/pecans for myself).

So here's the "disciplinary" conversation: Me:: Lucky, I'm home! (prolonged silent non-appearance) .. I'm home, where's my greeting?! ... Are you *hiding*?! ... Well, if you are, you should be! Because you know what you did! ... Oh, yoo hoo, I'm right here! ----------(And on and on, you get the picture.)

********** DU episode #1 of the LOST things and Unnamed somebody. So somebody sort of around here lost their keys in a small, confined area at home, between pizza at the table and perhaps the frig. Thoughts at the time were, Welcome to the Old club, where putting down one of the three remotes (tv, Roku, soundbar) can be a crisis of fits, stemming from the Auto Pilot of excessively misplaced trust that our Mindfulness reflex can operate on itself. So, this is just for the good will hope that the Unnamed one found their keys.

********** DU episode #2 of the LOST things, now including Unnamed *places*. So this weekend went to a very early candidates' rally for the coming onslaught of the election year. Crowd numbers fine (bad parking situation), our candidates fine. But checking in, the smartphone QR code thing was naturally a tech harrassment to me and the very young volunteer dealt with tutoring and taking over the task for me, involving fingers from both of us poking at the phone. Fine. So inside, I prepared to take a couple of pictures and discovered that my "Gallery" where there are "Albums" was missing about three "Albums" - to wit, especially, my "SD" album that is my main Saving place for my few hundreds of pics, especially the few very nostalgic ones. So I asked the Badged one who waved the electronic baton near our armpits whether I could go outside to ask the kid whether he knew how to get my "Album" back and permission was granted. So without anger I showed the kid the problem and asked the question. He was extremely apologetic despite my assuring him I wasn't blaming him, just asking whether he knew how to get the "Album" back. He tried a bit but couldn't do it. So after the whole thing was over - the parking, the traffic, the unfamiliar route - went to the phone provider site and the kids working there poked around with the phone and did something with "Google Cloud" and got a couple of increased number of pics in the "Camera" and "Recents" albums, but not my SD album at all. And "scrolling" through those, it was devastating that many of the most importantly nostalgic pics were not there.

Skipping many gory details of the past day and a half of scouring phone things completely foreign to me, TODAY at the Unnamed "social" place, after the first hour of scrolling, *FOUND* some Unnamed "menu" place that included a "Mount SD" option, which I fearfully clicked on and ------- EUREKA VOILA - all of my lost pics were magically back!!!!!!!!!!! Fine.

************ Episode 3 of LOST - Getting home, first the Lucky "disciplinary" episode, me euphoric at the pics recovery and just getting home, proceeding to divest of the accoutrements of attire down to the home dress code, arrived at the final stage of *FLIP FLOPS* ------ and the LOST thing happened again! One flip flop (or "shower shoes" in another Unnamed One's jargon) was readily available for duty, but not the other one! Yes, the searching high and low involving down on hands and knees to look under the bed yielded nothing except grunting and straining and bony knee pain. And at this late composition stage, the AWOL flip has not turned itself in. Sometimes when rolling into the nighttime rack ("bed" to non-sailors), one flip stays attired-on on one foot and gets lost *ON* the bed instead of under the rack.

"Look at that Face" - AI says, misunderstanding of "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face"
Actually, "Look at This Face" - from "Don't Know Much" RONDSTADT/NEVILLE