Seniority

                My husband and I started using cloth shopping bags probably 20 years ago while still living in California where plastic was E-vil even then.  I never found the ones we had packed away when we moved to Iowa  eight years ago so we purchased a few more after having plastic bags rip apart on the way into the house on more than one occasion.

                The new bags are very nice; they are of mid-weight canvas, well made and are structured in such a way so the groceries lie secure in the reinforced bottom of the bag.

                One afternoon as the sun was going down we rolled into the drive, unloaded the car and carried the groceries into the dimming light of the kitchen.  After unpacking the canvas bags Tim and I began folding them up and putting them where we always do, near the back door in the laundry.

                But wait!  In the now dark laundry room was what appeared to be a rectangular black HOLE or perhaps a black THING now on the floor!  I must have stepped over it coming in, oh my gosh, someone has been in our house!  Frightened, I looked out into the now dark living room to see if the front door was locked.  Hearing my gasp Tim was now looking at the black THING on the floor as well.

                Deftly, may I say bravely, Tim reached down, picking up the object and put it back into the bottom of the canvas bag I was holding. 

                I must get my eyes checked.  Life with the Colonel, I will always feel safe.