The $40 mystery

It's a mystery that is almost a week old now, and I just haven't been able to crack it.

I have looked. In the car. On the floor. In every pocket of my pants, my jacket, my jeans. On my computer desk. In a folder of paper for a board meeting. Yes, even under the couch in the living room. Whatever its hiding place, it picked a good one.

Last Friday, I got paid at work. I filled out a deposit slip for the bank and took it there that afternoon. I deposited the entire amount except $40, which I wanted back in cash. You know, for cash on hand to cover this or that expense that comes up. The teller at the bank gave it back to me inside the envelope--I remember seeing the money there.

What happened to it since ... I can't say.

I've been looking. I looked in the car. On the floor. In every pocket, etc., etc., etc. Everywhere I can think of. No envelope. No deposit slip. No $40.

So I am appealing to all my regular readers over here. Have you seen an envelope with $40 in it (a pair of $20 bills)? If you have, would you be so kind as to send it over here? No questions will be asked.

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I had an interesting time last night. I decided to take a break from track meet after track meet to get photos at a girls fastpitch softball game in town. It's a relatively new sport around here, but I've seen it on TV and know how tense and exciting it can be.

Last night I also was reminded of one unalterable fact of life up here: You just can't depend on the weather. Especially in spring.

The sun had been out during the day, and it felt pretty nice. But this game was at 6 p.m. By then the sun was behind a thick deck of clouds. Not only that--the wind was kicking up. Out of the north. Blowing hard. And cold. Hard enough to ripple the pants some of the players were wearing. Cold enough for blankets and quilted coats, gloves and knit hats among the spectators ...
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And some of the girls just weren't prepared. Oh, they know very well what cold weather is like up here. But they weren't expecting cold like this 2/3rds of the way through May. Some of the girls were wearing just uniform shirts and thin pants, like this batter ...
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That's not going to keep the chill out. Some had sweats on under their shirts.

They played for 1 1/2 innings. It clearly wasn't getting any warmer. It clearly was getting windier. The trees along the street beyond the outfield were swaying with each gust. After that, the coaches got together with the umpires. Everyone agreed that this game was not meant to be played this night ...
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So it was a short evening. I went back home, warmed up my hands (my gloves were back home--after all, I also had been led to believe that we were in late May) and stayed inside for the rest of the night.