Tony, Tony, look around

There are several very unladylike things I could say at the moment, but I don't think that I'll commit them to paper (well, virtual paper. Pixels, more like).

I seem to have lost my wallet.

The last time I saw it was about 11 am yesterday when I was paying for groceries at the Marinopolos on Kanari Street. I didn't realize that it wasn't where it ought to be until about 11 pm, when I was transferring everything that I needed for this morning's field trip to the National Archeological Museum from my backpack to my purse, which was too late to go looking for it, although my roommates and I did tear the apartment apart trying to find it, looking everywhere in the apartment it might possibly be, up to and including the freezer. So this morning, after I got back from the field trip, I asked at the front desk of the Academic Center whether anyone had turned in a lost wallet. No such luck. I retraced my steps through the National Gardens. No wallet. I enquired at the desk of the Marinopolos. No one had turned in a wallet. I don't know where else it could be.

What was in my wallet: about 30 euro, my Washington State learner's permit, my credit card, my debit card, a bunch of Starbucks gift cards, my bone marrow registry card, about 20 bus tickets, possibly my library cards and my HNA student ID, and a bunch of pictures of friends from high school.

On the bright side, my keys, my ISTIC, my DIKEMES student ID, my cell phone and my passport were not with my wallet, so I still have those. And I bought groceries before I lost my wallet, so I'm not going to starve this week. And it has American identification in it, so there's a good chance that it might be turned in to the American Embassy and it'll get back to me.

I called my mother, and she's going to call the banks and cancel my credit and debit cards, so I don't so much need to worry about that. And I got a loan from the accounting office at school until I get a replacement debit card.

What I'm really mad about is losing the pictures. Everything else in there was either replaceable or only money. Those pictures weren't. I had about 10 wallet sized pictures from HNA dances and senior pictures, including some from senior prom. There was also my only picture of me and Pat at junior prom, which is the only picture that I have in physical form of him taken after eighth grade (I think that there's a five by seven of that picture too, but that belongs to my mother). Those were the only copies I had of those pictures. I can't replace them. And now they're gone and I'm probably not going to get them back.

And what's nearly as maddening is that I have no idea where my wallet could have gone. You may not be able to tell it from looking at my room, but I'm really a very organized person. Everything has its place that it goes back in, or else I won't be able to find it. And there's only two places where my wallet goes: in the second compartment of my backpack if I have my backpack with me, or in the main compartment of my purse if I don't have my backpack. It only ever comes out if I am actively completing a transaction, and it goes right back into its place once the transaction is completed. So when people are asking, "well, where else could you have put it?" there is no other place where it could be. Which leaves the possibility that someone took it, but I think that that's really unlikely, because to do that the hypothetical pickpocket would have to unzip my backpack, while I'm wearing it, rummage around in the bottom of my backpack, while I'm wearing it, and rezip my backpack, while I'm wearing it, all without me noticing. So I have no idea where or how I could have lost it.

If anyone is so inclined, would you offer up a prayer to St. Anthony for me?

And there have got to be much better ways to find out that the Greek word for wallet is πορτοφολι.