Recently, I was wondering why I was down to my last two pair of underwear, when I had just done my laundry. Then it dawned on me that my bras and panties had been OUTSIDE on the clothesline for FIVE days! Not really a clothesline, mind you, just a long bungee cord stretched underneath the posts of my deck. Therefore, not really visible either. Still.... it could have been WORSE. I could have gone out and bought M! O! R! E! underwear, NOT EVEN REMEMBERING that all mine were STILL hanging on the clothesline.
The next day, I got my winter tires ready to be installed, by hauling them out of the shed, putting them under my deck overnight, then into my car the next day. Do you think I was able to tell my mechanic, when I booked an appointment, whether the TIRES were on rims or NOT? Of course not!!! I had to go double check and then call him back. Double duh!!!
In the same week, I could NOT find my beautiful, blue handmade mittens at school, when it came time to leave. I spent fifteen minutes checking everywhere, every classroom, lost and found, only to find them, at the height of my exasperation, both tucked into the sleeve of my coat! I NEVER do that anymore, because the last beautiful pair of HANDMADE black mittens I lost at a school, had been tucked into my coat sleeve as well. Why oh why I tucked them back in a sleeve again, is beyond me!!
So... I am old! Old people are forgetful, right? If so, how do you explain that when I was in my early forties, I came home from grocery shopping, and could NOT, for the life of me, find the gallon of milk I had bought. Twenty four hours later, my husband found it in a bottom kitchen CUPBOARD!
One Easter I hid the children's candy so well, that I couldn't find it when it came time to get the Easter Treasure Hunt ready. I had to go out and buy some more. My daughter found the candy six months later, tucked behind the third drawer of the file cabinet. Same with Christmas gifts. One Christmas Eve my then husband and I, prepared the gifts, after the kids had gone to bed. I am looking at the tree and thinking, "Gee, I was sure I (I mean SANTA) had bought more gifts than that." Then it dawned on me that I had hidden some. Now I just had to remember WHERE! This happened when I was in MY THIRTIES!
I have just totally CONVINCED myself that I am N-OT forgetfull because I am aging, but rather that I am forgetful because I was ALWAYS that way.
On a final note, I would truly love to FORGET that this past week, our neighbours to the south of us, elected Donald Trump. Enough said!
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