My son has been upset every morning when I say good bye. I intended to take my Kestrel to work and fart around with it during lunch on Monday. I was still buzzing on the fun of a new toy. Especially because I shot the previous day and had outstanding results after it was calibrated. On my way out the door my son was fussing so I put my brand new 5700 down on the shoe-bench-coat-rack thing... that I am always smacking my knee into, so I could pick him up and say good bye again. Well it turns out in his own way he was going to punish me for going to work. I started driving away when I realized I had forgotten it, 4 inches away from a pissed off little boy. Later that afternoon my in-laws were at the house making dinner and watching the boys. At some (unnoticed) point, probably right after I left, he must have tossed it in the kitchen garbage. Just like the dozens of times before this when I discover random things which he decided was trash. I usually scold him but this time grandma covered it in trash from cooking. I took the full bag out to the bin right when I got home that evening. It wasn't until after work the next day (Tuesday) that started to look around for it. Then again tonight. Two nights in a row I turned everything upside-down and inside-out. Everything, laundry chute, toy bins couch cushions, the insides of shoes. Unfortunately I cannot say that I checked the trash bags because ironically, everything was picked up that morning from the curbside.
It is gone forever.
God damn it.
It is gone forever.
God damn it.
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