I think I may have acquired a gnome.
It’s my keys, mostly. They keep disappearing. I’m not too haphazard with them – at least, not in comparison to my other worldly possessions. They go into the same basket every day or, failing that, in to the zip of my jacket.
Except, not this week. This week I have been locked out three times.
That is not my only evidence of a gnome. Guitar picks, all of my .73mm Dunlops are gone. White socks with gray heels, now uncommon. Five dollar bills, suddenly elusive. Bandannas, colors I haven’t worn appearing in the laundry.
Underpants still intact, for the moment, but who knows?
Or – or it could be that I’ve been playing at least twice a week and setting up a digital recording studio in my living room, except for last week when I gave myself a case of hives apparently just on the strength of my personal stress.
I like the gnome explanation better. I am wary of while he might snatch next. Perhaps collecting my various USB modems and flash drives? That would be dastardly.
It’s hard, living day to day without keys, proper guitar picks, heavy socks, money in iterations of $5, and my more attractive bandanas. I’m working on it.