nuts

This evening.

I am rushing to get the bus to see a talk. I can’t find my hearing aid.

The chance to get the bus comes and goes and while searching for missing hearing aid, I find the batteries for my back up.

After midnight, I return from a night of painting Falmouth a light shade of red and see the bag of nuts I had moved to my side table.

I remember, without my glasses on, picking up nuts from my bedside table – where I put my hearing aid at night – after the bag had spilled out the night before. I remember the feel of a large nut that I guessed was a Brazil.

Seeing the bag of nuts that I had folded up on the side table, I have an idea. I look inside and lo and behold, my hearing aid is in there.