I'm missing a blog

Somehow i lost a blog entry. I remember writing it, but I can't find it. A little like getting up to do something and then not remembering why you got up. I would be worried about that if it wasn't for the fact that I been doing that since I was a little kid. Doctors say it is because my mind (yes I have one) works on many levels (I counted five once in a test) and I just replaced the thought with another one of more importance. When I was teaching I usually operated on 3 or 4 levels. Anyhow I just remembered why I started this blog. Midnight has been helping me watch TV, he tolerates my programs but if I let him alone with the remote control he would change the channel. On my older set, I would come home and find the TV on. At first, I thought I was getting forgetful, but after it occurred several times I realized it was Midnight turning it on. As you probably remember, my oldest daughter is leaving the country and moving to Argentina leaving her elderly, disabled father to fend for himself in this cruel world. An example of this cruelty, she forced me to make her
(actually her Mothers) Mac and cheese dish. Actually I thought it was very good, no one has gotten sick yet. My lack of cooking ability goes back to my high school days when I took Home Economics, which taught us how to cook besides other things. I was actually really good in that class getting all A's in it. Then came the luncheon for the Prinicpal of the School. Well I made shrimp salad (my speciality at the time) and the Principal ate it and got sick and was out of school for a week. Well that experienced scarred me for life. Never again could I cook. Everytime I tried to cook, a disaster occurred. I decided to cook a hot dog one day. Simple thing, just put water in a pot and throw in the hot dog. Well I got a phone call from Mary (my future wife and my daughters Mother) and she and I were talking and talking and then I heard the fire trucks coming and remembered the hot dog. Well the fire trucks weren't coming to my house but the pan could never be used again. So as you can see I have a history of lack of cooking skills. Also as part of the problem, as a science teacher, I only knew the metric system and could not figure out the english cooking measurements.
On another note, my oldest daughter is leaving in 3 days, having her with me for the last few months has been nice. I guess we got reconnected only things. I'm sure she now knows that I have gone off the deep end with my animal sounds that I make all the time. Maybe that's why she wants to leave her aged,elderly father for the high life in Argentina. Either way the time together is getting less and less and soon she will begin her next part of her life. I try to look at the plus side of this, but I think she knows that I will miss her very much. And hopefully I can visit her once a year.
Well that's it for now