Guess who called me this morning to tell me she found my security blanket and wanted to arrange to return it. That sinking feeling washed over me again. I even called my Aunt Adeline, my favorite aunt, and told her about the call. She, of course, knows about the special attachment I had to my "tickle" blanket. Jokingly, I mentioned that I slept with it until I had my bar mitzvah, when I became a man. , and she nearly choked, because it isn't much of an exaggeration. I was like Linus. I told her that I had made my peace with never seeing it again, when it was among the many things taken from me before the divorce. So we decided that it's best that I ignore the call.

The following was added and post-dated to complete the events of this episode:

By the next day, after a day of consternation and high anxiety over how to respond, I sent my X an email. In it, I explained that I had made peace with those things that I no longer had, that I had moved on. But I said, of course, I'd like my blanket back and asked that she ship it and that I'd reimburse her for the shipping charges. I, also, asked her not to call me, ever.

I had mentioned that I would return to her the item she had forgotten, a foot wide photo of her 25 year high school reunion, which I did send off to her several days later.

After my email, I received email from her, in which she said that she, too, had moved on, now that she was engaged, she, too had moved on.

Needless to say, I never received my security blanket. I hope she makes her new husband as happy as she made me.