Mislaid

(1973 November)

I started a pocket book to read in bed and then could not find it. Went on to others. Yesterday I found it in my waste basket under my night table! Now I wish I could find my old oil tube paints. Gone. I pulled out a box upstairs beyond the ironing board and the thing flapped upside down and a plate I had used for a pallet years ago splintered - a mess! But not my old oils. I am too tired to look any more today.