a day of minor losses

It's cold. I dress in my long shearling, a coat I rarely wear. I even put on a pair of fingerless cashmere gloves underneath a pair of shearling mittens.

I take a Via to work. And as I am leaving the Via, I notice that I am wearing one fingerless glove, having removed the mittens to play on my phone during the short ride to work. So missing are the two mittens and one fingerless glove. Gone. They are not in the Via. I have no idea how I could have lost one glove and two mittens without noticing. But somehow they are all gone. And I'm sad because 1), I'll have nothing on my hands when I leave work later, and 2) I really loved those blue fingerless gloves, probably impossible to replace. 

Despite the weather, work is fine. Busy enough.

I call Via when I'm about to leave. It's a short wait and a female driver arrives. Very nice. Named Maria. She laughs when I tell her how much I love the cold. She finds it pretty unbelievable. But then, she's originally from Haiti.

I leave the Via, get home, and realize my little Fendi change purse, another one of my favorite things, is gone. This was a gift from M over five years ago.

I get in touch with Maria. She calls back when she can pull over. My purse is not on the floor of the front seat where I was sitting. She even looks on the right side of the seat just in case it'd fallen there. Nothing.

I go back to 79th and First where Maria had dropped me off. Maybe it had fallen when I was exiting the Via? But I guess iwrong. No little blue wallet in the snow, on the street, or anywhere around.

The cost of the gloves and purse and the inconvenience of replacing my company credit card, ID and keys are insignificant compared to the loss of two small, but well-loved, irreplaceable items.