the absent blogger

Yes, that’s me.
But it’s only because I’ve been working (really hard) – so no time for idle blogging in the workplace.
And, with the recent changes to my blog set up, I’ve found it hard to remember where it is that I actually post new entries.
Not that I’m ditzy or anything.
Or maybe I am – as Friday evening’ s lost handbag crisis would attest.
It’s still lost. (Last seen in a maxicab in the city.)
Distressingly, it’s not just a lost handbag. It’s also a lost purse containing $20, my one winning birthday scratchie ($2), all my various bank and credit cards, my drivers licence (with the good picture), Uni cards, library cards, medicare card, ambulance card, my hospital card (telling the world I have no spleen and therefore reduced imunity), and various receipts and other ephemera too numerous to name or remember).
And a lost novel (Jonathan Franzen’s – Strong Motion – will I ever find out how it ends?) including a yearly public transport ticket as a book mark.
And a lost diary – it’s like I’ve lost the past six months – bills, all the renovation expenses, notes, reminders, business cards, arggh!!
And a lost Lonely Planet Guide to Vienna (my geography’s so bad I’ll probably lose myself without this vital guide).
Lost house keys, car keys, work keys.
Lost reading glasses.
Lost umbrella.
Lost gloves (my favourite pair).
Lost lavender hair styling stuff.
Lost lip gloss and lipstick.
Lost tweezers.
Lost emery boards.
Lost feminine hygiene products.
Lost pens (x 4).
Lost handkerchief.
Lost 1/2 pkt tic taks.
Sigh.
I must admit to being more frustrated by my own carelessness than anything else initially. I really, really thought someone would find my bag and hand it in. That’s what I’d do.
But it would appear not, in this case.
I wonder if whoever found it thought anything at all about me when he/she found it. What conclusions would they draw from all my stuff?
I know everything’s replaceable (except maybe my truly great licence photo!) but it still makes me sad that it looks like some of my favourite things are never coming back.