left again
... this morning a bag of shoes were left at the door ... first, a butcher knife now shoes ... both unsettling ... are they connected?
... at least the bag was easier to handle ... place it next to the trash ... things will proceed as usual ... the bag will disappear ... more precisely the two pairs of used runners will move to a new place ... that's the way around here - place anything of any value outside in the front or back or side & within a day it disappears ... except ...
... the purse a few months ago ... that had to be dealt with ... a wallet inside with credit cards, health card, drivers licence, pictures ... no money ... even an iPhone, energy bills, correspondence, make-up, pens, pills, candy ... the purse looked more like a travel bag ... couldn't locate a phone number ... phone was dead ...
... drove to the address ... you see i once found a wallet on the street and went to the police to drop it off ... four months later received a thank you note from the owner ... did it really take that long or ... anyway twenty minutes later was knocking at the door ... no answer ... the place looked rundown ...
... oh well ... no choice but drop it off at the police station ... strongly disliked this option requiring lots of questioning & id presentation ... at least a chance to go inside the recently opened new building ...
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... it took over an hour ... waited for 45 minutes ... it was a weekend so only two windows were open ... one closed the second i walked in & the officer went to the other window apparently to help the other officer dealing with a couple ... i was next in line ... ten minutes later the officer proceeded back to his window & i thought great ... he closed his window and left ... next another officer came in and went to the window servicing the couple ... after a time he left ... still waiting ... i was the only other individual in the building besides the couple ...
... i walked around ... there were some displays ... read messages on the walls ... thought about leaving then finally was adressed ... presented the found purse with a fifteen-minute interrogation and form filling ...
... finding lost objects is a moral dilemma ... writing about it seems crazy ... still, the last time i wrote about finding something received a message from a past friend ... he reached out and we superficially communicated through blog comments ... it was actually exciting ... he wrote about a dream he had ...
... if you had gone to the link of the knife you might have noticed it was a 2016 entry ... this post sat buried on my desk ... spring cleaning revealed it ... sometimes i write on paper when on outside walks away from devices ... even though this writing was found two years later was able to retrieve the incident and even elaborate on details ... memory collapses time ...
... this memory is linked to the incident when my wallet was stolen from my drama schoolroom office ... i had to use the theatre up the stairs from the drama room ... the group using the theatre needed to be relocated so sent them to the drama room ... it was a kids at risk program ... i got the theatre group organized and went down to the drama room ... fifteen minutes later discovered the wallet from my jacket was gone ... not wanting to cause a disturbance approached the kids at risk group leader ... he insisted it could not have been anyone from his group ... i left it at that ...
... i did get my wallet back a week later ... it had been found in the back alley by the school ... the person that found it actually lived outside of the community and was a dumpster diver ... he phoned me ... i gave him a twenty dollar reward ... left it at that ...
:: Note :: ... update ... a few months later after writing on finding the knife the friend who contacted me passed away ... it was somewhat sudden and unexpected ... at least that was the message received from his son ... treasure every moment ... memory might collapse time ... what stirs memory ... what triggers memory ...
