The most recent saga from the portal

When I clean the kitchen, I put the butter dish in a cupboard.  Even leaving the butter out, even leaving the butter out in the middle of summer, our butter stays rock hard.  Not cool.  But that is why it is not in the refrigerator.  Now you have the background for the story.

Last week I cleaned up.  Typically, I am not all that good at putting EVERYTHING away.  But I did.  I put the butter plate on top the stack of plates we use for meals - just while I wiped down the counter.  Then maybe I walked away or maybe the portal opened immediately.  All I know is that FOR DAYS I have not been able to find the butter.  I looked in the cupboards.  Even the cupboards where I don't think I have ever put the butter.  Even the, gasp, refrigerator.

Yesterday was Sunday and on Sunday my Auntie comes for dinner (that is lunch in non-farm speak.)  I made meatloaf and real mashed potatoes.  Butter was still missing so I broke down and brought out a new stick and put it on a new "butter plate".  I explained the missing butter to my Auntie.  I mashed the potatoes.  I set the table taking plates down from the cupboard.  The on which plates I typically stash the butter.  We ate.  After she went home, I washed the dishes.  See?

When I reached up into the cupboard to put things away - OMG - the butter plate and butter were on the stack of plates where I thought it should be.  HOW could I have pulled out plates and NOT have recognized the butter was there?  Granted - I am NOT tall enough to see on top the plates.

Maybe I need to move the ladder to the kitchen.  It is most likely too late to hope for a growth spurt.

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