Last summer when Joe strung the outside Christmas lights., I couldn't find the remote for them. It was new from the year before and it is a handy feature. I looked where I thought I had placed it when the lights were taken down the year before. It was not there, in the place I thought was the most logical. I could visualize the remote, a small, slender white unit. I could not find it in the most logical place, or in the second or third plausible locations either. So I searched the house, looking in places I knew I would not possibly have placed it. I knew I would not have wanted to store it downstairs with the Christmas ornaments, but I looked through all the boxes and bags anyway. I asked myself where I would put the remote if I were to store it for the season. Remember it's slender and doesn't take up much space. I told myself over and over that I would place it on the shelf in the cabinet behind the tv remotes. And I looked there repeatedly, even through all the drawers, which I never use any more, but of course to no avail. Joe bought a new remote, a small black one this time, which worked fine.
One day, weeks later, a small box in the back corner of the tv cabinet shelf caught my eye. "What could be in it?" I wondered. I opened it to find the white tv remote. I'd had a clear visual of what the remote looked like. The box, not so much.
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