Tension grows as items cannot be found

There is a crisis at hand. At least there will be come the end of october when I need a jacket and possibly some gloves. As it stands right now there is a black Northface fleece and matching gloves hiding somewhere in this house. The jacket was stored in the "media room" closet, but due to some problems where a workman needed to get up in the attic through a hatch in said closet it has been moved. To where? Good question. Dad says all of the clothes that were in there were laid out on the couch. That may have been true at one point in time, but as it stands now there are no extra clothes in sight. Mom has no idea and I am right there with her. As for the gloves, the poor souls may be lost forever. When May rolls around and it is time to move out of Oxford boxes can be lost in the shuffle and I do believe the one that holds the gloves may have been one of these. Tomorrow should be an interesting day with packing, some tension, and goodbyes to the motherland. 

Side note: Hugo (my lovely VW Bug) has a substantial leak in his oil tank. That ought to be a fun little present to come back to. Merry Christmas to me!