Carol and I have been doing a lot of different things mostly overlapping at the same time. In other words we have been a bit disorganized in getting organized. Monday The chaos was peaking when I got a call to give a tour in the afternoon and rather than saying, “not really at this time” I said “sure”. 

As the time for the tour approached I was doing some paperwork preparation for our cruises which we have just booked. I was sitting on the couch with my wallet out for credit card numbers and other paperwork I keep in it. I got up to leave for the tour and I was sure I left the wallet on the couch, something I never do. When I returned to the coach 3 1/2 hours later it wasn’t there. Carol had not seen it and she had been away from the coach for 1 1/2 hours herself. Where could the wallet have gotten to?

The coach is now far better organized and clean than it was Monday morning. We have been in every nook and cranny even expecting to find the keys we lost 8 years ago in Florida. No wallet – also no keys. 

I’ve posted about this on Facebook in the park’s page just in case someone saw something. This morning I even ordered a replacement for my driver’s license. I had not seen any activity on my accounts so I was sure the wallet had not fallen into the hands of a thief (how could it have?). 

Mid afternoon, after a very active morning with meetings and lunch followed by a couple of hours of bridge, I decided to retrace my steps on Monday. I took the golf cart down to the lower part of the park – Ranch House – and walked over to the picnic table where I always begin my tours. As I walked up I saw a lump under the bench and there was my wallet, undisturbed, where it had fallen from my pocket. 

I have since removed some difficult to replace cards that are not needed very often and stored them away in an old wallet in the coach. I have vowed that the wallet will be in its usual storage place or in my pocket. Maybe I will not repeat this foolishness, but then foolishness does seem to come more often these days.

We are convinced the keys were taken by a racoon in Fort Desoto as suggested by the Ranger.