It seems everybody likes to hide away little treasures. My grandma used to hide money in the purses she wasn’t using. When she died, secondhand store consumers got a major bang for their buck when purchasing one of her handbags – that is until Mama and her sisters realized what they’d been giving away.
Although I live alone, I still hide presents for friends and family. On occasion, preferably their birthday, I find where I hid the gifts. Being that there have been several times when I didn’t find the gift, I have started wrapping and tagging the gifts the day I get them. By the time I finally give the gift, it is a surprise for both of us.
I also like to hide desserts – sometimes from myself, sometimes from others. I once made a small pan of scotch-a-roos (a divine combination of peanut butter, butterscotch, chocolate and corn syrup) and hid it from everyone. Somehow, I forgot about it and found it about a month later. Luckily, the preservatives and container in which it was stored kept it in great shape. I decided to make these again just the other day and hid the last bite in the cereal cabinet. Apparently MiniMe stopped by, found it, and ate it. I came home, excited to eat it, and felt like someone who had robbed a bank, buried the bag of money, and returned later to find it gone – in it’s place, fresh dirt.
My most mind boggling ‘treasure’ is the lock to my shed. Last year I lost the key to the lock and, after a month or so of looking for it, I finally cut it off. To prevent that from happening this year, S-Unit purchased me a wordlock. When it arrived in the mail she had a word spelled out for me – some term of endearment that I cannot remember. I enjoyed that moment, then put the lock on the shed. Nine months later I have no clue what that word might be. Sleepless tried to help me crack the code so we could free my summer treasures – no such luck. Looks like I’m in the market for a locksmith who doubles as a wordsmith. Or, better yet, a bolt cutter. The latter has helped many people to other people’s treasures. This year, it may help me to mine…..again.