It’s a mild Saturday afternoon and in the spur of the moment, I decide to put up my outdoor Christmas lights. I’m kind of pumped about this for a couple of reasons: it’s not -20C and it’s not the 3rd week of December! I collect the tools I need, the extension cord and set them aside. All I need is the lights. And for the life of me I can’t find them. I look in all the right places. In all the right boxes. In a low state of frustration, I ask Susan if she knows where the nice LED multi-coloured outdoor lights are. She says, “David, what do you mean?” I say, “What do you mean, what do you mean”. And that’s when I realize even though I have the clearest picture of the lights, and where they are that in fact, they don’t exist anymore. They went down the river. I sit rather amazed at this transaction. 2 ½ years later, I’m still looking for things that I can’t find because they left the house long ago. There’s a blessing in this because, on the upside I don’t have to blame my mental pause on my age. I can blame it on the flood.