Neither here nor there

A few months ago I was beyond excited about a roll of black and white film I had shot. After quite a lull in picture taking, I was proud of the pictures on this roll of film, and I couldn't wait to see how they turned out. I slipped the film away into the black and gray film cartridge, planning to return to it later to take it to Norman's to get developed. I am in the nasty habit of putting important items in "safe places" so I will remember where there are. Now it would be wise to have one safe place to count on, but for whatever reason I seem to have a baker's dozen of "safe places" which all seem to be a mystery to me once I place something in these special places. I have lost so much stuff this way!

Here's the short list:

• roll of black and white film
• journal of short stories I am writing
• one of my favorite gold owl earrings
• $75 check for Birdie's bakery
• the ongoing battle of losing chapstick
• the ongoing battle of misplacing my iPod nano (It's so small!)
• my favorite blue pen with everlasting ink (had it since sophomore year of college)

Perhaps my only resolve is to carry a map of my house and classroom around at all times. Rather pirate-like, I'd say, but I could write down these special places as I designate them as such and always know where things are.