The Virtue

Of course, it is obvious. I am clearly not as poetic as the famed Islamic scholar (who as well as being a poet was a mathematician.) Still his oft quoted words from the “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” frequently came to mind this past week.

“A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou, my love”

Immediately after having emotionally survived a necessary relocation (and accompanying trauma,) I eagerly returned to my quiet nest. And all was beautifully reconstructed,

Thanks to Priscilla and Liz, my small abode was restored efficiently and properly intact.

Yet being a fragile personality (and somewhat disorganized) I seemingly lost three essentials vital to my quiet world.

This despite four checked and color coded lists (both alphabetical and numerical) meticulously preserved both on paper and IPAD.

No, not a jug of wine (I rarely drink), and since I do try to avoid carbs, a loss of bread was unimportant,

And while “but oh, thou my love,” remains indelible in yesterday’s memory, it offered no solution to my immediate problem,

Especially because I seemingly lost three rather prosaic items, a toothbrush, a comb and my checkbook.

‘Not lost,” my ever patient daughter, reminded me. “Just misplaced, Mom.”

Meanwhile, without the vital assistance of the prosaic comb, I did somewhat resemble “The Madwoman of Chaillot” as I continued my frantic search.

And although being totally aware of the availability of online banking, I still persisted in locating the runaway checkbook and yes, of course, Diane was right.

All three items eventually emerged from hiding, teaching just one more lesson in the not always poetic road of life.

Patience is a virtue,

and I must try to remember a poem about that, but only

After combing my hair.