Sunday, November 22, 2009

Fiber Dreams

This is what I've been thinking about.

Rather than indulging, though, I've been working on Christmas Knits....which are satisfying in their own way.

I've had a rather odd day. It's been one of those days where I have felt ever so slightly off-kilter. I've cried a bit, I've laughed a bit, I've wanted to curl up and sleep and I've wanted some quiet time. Tomorrow I'm sure I shall be fine once again. It happens.

In the meantime, I feel I must answer the burning question of the day.

So where was Tigger?

All along, the facts in the case of the missing Tigger just didn't match up. We were convinced he wasn't in the home because we had searched so thoroughly in vain (and I can't stress enough how thorough we were...nor how many times I searched!). However, the ONLY place we had gone was the Health Department, and they distinctly remembered us leaving with him. (By the way, Kudos to them for both taking me so seriously and also taking the time to search the office for me.) We had decided that the only thing that could have happened was that the Pixie had dropped him either on the way to the car - or from the car as the automatic door was shutting. Neither one of those made a lot of sense because A. Tigger has a rattle inside and I would have heard it and/or B. the child who had just received a shot would surely have kicked up a fuss.

After more than a week, I had given up all hope.

I was also growing increasingly more worried about Pixie's attempts to adjust to life without her beloved Tigger. She was definitely not sleeping well - having accidents and waking repeatedly in the night - which is highly unlike her usual peaceful self. She had taken to sleeping with my old Panda bear, but in the night I knew he just wasn't what she needed. Surprisingly, she only mentioned Tigger twice in the entire week....but she was definitely a subdued child.

With all of that in mind, I went to put her to bed Friday night. She wanted to find a book, so I sat down on the floor next to her bed for what promised to be a long process. While she was going through her options, my gaze fell to the old wooden chest in her corner that is the home to the rest of her stuffed animals. I rather absently took in the pile of fluff, wondering at the mess that the pile was.

That's when something registered in my mind. There was a bit of dirty, faded orange under the chest. Hardly daring to hope, I reached over....and pulled Tigger out from under the chest.

Now, I have no idea why I hadn't found him before...when I know I searched that pile of stuffed animals and that chest along with the rest of the room. I had even crawled around on my hands and knees, looking under every piece of furniture multiple times. It's a mystery to me...although it does prove once again the old adage that you find something only when you stop looking for it.

Life with Tigger is now back to normal, although he's no longer allowed outside of the house under any circumstances. We're going to give Pixie a few weeks to enjoy him, and then we are going to try to wean her away...perhaps luring her to a new beloved....so that I can carefully tuck Tigger away. Some things are just too precious to let slip away again.

4 comments:

A Day That is Dessert said...

Thanks for explaining the mystery!

I hope you're enjoying your work on Christmas knits. Have you put on any holiday music yet? As I recall, you love it.

margene said...

Having Tigger turn up must be a huge relief to you all. Your plan is good...may he never stray.

Shelda said...

Ahhhh! It's so good when the lost is found. Fabulous.

ranch101 said...

We currently have a missing Pooh Bear. I'm so glad Tigger showed up again, safe and sound. It can be very traumatic.

When my middle child got really attached to a stuffed duck as an infant, I tried to find an identical one for emergencies. It had been discontinued, but I finally found one online and got it. The nice lady there eventually found another one for me. I used them in rotation (steal one to wash, put out one that had been hidden) until the day that she found one of the hidden ducks. We had to think fast: "Oh, look! Cousin Duckie's come to visit!" She now (age 6) has all three ducks. Red is still wearing her original red pajamas. Blue has had a total pajama transplant after being loved half to death. Pretty has acquired a large patch after loosing a fight with a neighbor's dog. I don't know which was the original one any more.