It turns out, Mrs. Stein was right and I was wrong. When I got home on Friday evening I checked and discovered that my mezuzah was in fact missing. Which boggles me slightly. Where did it go? Did someone take it? I think I would have noticed if it had fallen, because it would have been on the floor by my door. But since I didn’t notice that it was missing, I might not have. Last Tuesday night some friends helped me move a bed into my apartment and maybe we knocked it down then, but again, wouldn’t I have noticed it next to the door jam? It also could have gotten knocked down when my old roommate moved out at the end of June. It is a mystery I may never solve.
However, but some quirk of fate/timing/birthday gifts, I was given a mezuzah for my birthday back in May. It’s particularly appropriate one for me, because the front is printed with the word love, written in Hebrew. I do like to label things love and so I like the fact that my home now wears the same message.
I think I need to write a little note to Mrs. Stein and tell her that while I didn’t take the mezuzah down, it was missing and I appreciate the fact that she mentioned it to me. She was pretty pissed on Friday, so it seems like a good idea to try to smooth things over.