I think I was destined not to read Eat, Pray, Love. My first copy disappeared when my beach bag was swiped at Virginia Beach last August. My son bought me a new copy for Christmas--a creative and thoughtful gesture. So I started reading it (again), got a little farther (but must still admit it did not draw me in), and packed it to take on our ski trip. We left quite early yesterday, and were cutting it close, so I stood in line at the check in counter while my husband and son said they would take care of the bags. They didn't bring the bags to where I was standing--they waited by the counter--so I didn't realize that my carry on bag was missing until we were checking in. By then the taxi was long gone. I was stunned--lots of emotions--as in "I can't count on them..." But I held my tongue--doesn't do any good once something has gone wrong. I've learned that I won't rely on anyone else to take care of my stuff. So of course, Eat, Pray, Love is in the missing bag. Along with a couple of yoga books I was planning to use to develop class routines (now I have another excuse not to do this...), our camera, headphones, hairbrush, small liquids... And of course all of my medications. I tell my son never to check medications--to keep them with him. Usually is good advice.
Luckily I hung on to my computer--my instincts told me not to let it out of my sight. Should have done the same for my carry on bag, obviously. Yesterday I replaced what I could at the local drug store (they don't even have a CVS or Walgreens here, so selection was limited). Tried to take a poised, yoga-ish outlook--something that can be hard for me.
Besides, it's possible we left it on the curb outside our house. But most likely it stayed in the taxi. I've called the taxi company's lost and found, so far to no avail. But they haven't connected with the driver, so it's still possible that he has the bag. If, by the time we return home, the bag hasn't turned up, I'll come up with a replacement plan for the more expensive items. But I'm not getting another copy of Eat, Pray, Love. Not unless I put it in something I want to get rid of...
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