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DianaCox

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Getting forgetful from time to time - or noticing it more?

We had a trifecta today at my house.
  • Early last week, one of the two support rings on the canopy of the heavy island light fixture we have broke, and we nearly lost the light fixture. Charles built a stand to hold the fixture up until we got the replacement part which came today. He had put out the tools he needed to do the repair a couple of days ago, but when the parts came, he couldn't find them. I'd seen them too, and we spent half an hour looking EVERYWHERE for the tools. Charles finally remembered he'd taken them to the pool house to scrape the crap our deadbeat tenant/stalker had put up on the ceiling while she was living here. Duh.
  • When I was in SoCal last week, my brother gave me some paperwork from his doctor I needed to file for him with the tax board (trying to solve some of the financial/tax messes they made). I KNOW he gave it to me, and all I took with me was my carry-on bag - which is presently at the luggage repair shop. I tore my various piles of papers apart trying to find the envelope, called the luggage repair shop to get them to look in the suitcase, called my brother to tell him to look for it in case it got mixed back up with his papers - and then found the envelope in a box I keep on my nightstand with baby powder, lotion, nail files, cat treats, and a dozen other miscellaneous things - NONE of which are papers. It had NO business being in there. Grrr ....
  • There was a third thing, but I forgot what it was.*
A friend of mine, hearing me gripe about losing things all the time, said something I intend to focus on - the problem is not whether you lose your keys - the problem is when you forget what keys are FOR.

Post your amusing stories about losing things.

* (Oh yeah - it wasn't a forgetting thing - we watched the Billy Crystal show "700 Sundays" that we had taped some time ago, and I laughed so hard I peed myself a little - just another old-age thing ...)
 
Things that help us:
ALWAYS putting stuff back where they "live" when we put them down even if not done with them.
Putting EVERYTHING on the calendar in our iPhones (and sharing with each other)

The day we got home (Sunday), we had mail piled to the ceiling...(okay maybe not THAT high but close, LOL).
Now most of it was my daddy's mail and most of that goes straight to the recycle bin without even opening. So dh was sorting...only problem he sorted TOO well.
Wednesday we wanted to go sell the trailer so he started looking for the title that had arrived while we were gone. This was after 8AM and the recycle truck had already been picked up. He looked everywhere. All we can surmise is that it got thrown in the recycle and was gone. So off to the DOT office to get a new one.

Dh was medically retired due to the inability to remember things. His former job was in the nuclear power industry as an engineer designing new plants and you do NOT want someone working in that area whose memory is failing, and his was.

We always quip that we both have brains of swiss cheese and heaven help us if the holes line up!
 
I'd like to take the time to share some of the more amusing stories, but I have to go look for something. Really.


ETA- Found it. I had a head of savoy cabbage for something I was making, and left it sitting on the hood of the car, and it apparently rolled off onto the floor. I gave up and was going to go buy another, and as I backed out of the garage, what did I see on the floor right before the door went down?
 
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I had a couple of mini-victories today:

I had to pick up some scripts from Walgreens, and I HATE going for just one thing, and I knew there was something else, and I remembered I needed my special toothpaste. Except when I got there, and was standing in front of about 80 different kinds of toothpaste, NONE of them looked like the kind I use, the exact name of which I couldn't remember. So I admitted defeat and texted Charles - and when he send me the name, it turned out that they changed the brand a little (it's one of the half-dozen Colgate sensitive teeth kinds) - so it wasn't my fault.

Then, while I was waiting to pick up my scripts, I remembered that I also needed the behind-the-counter prenatals I take - saving myself another trip next week. Go me!
 
Usually I forget to enter a debit card entry. Today I found where I had entered two transactions twice. Slightly more than $100, yet I feel like I won the Power Ball jackpot. And this is why I'm never the treasurer of any clubs I join.
 
The Swiffer people sent me a coupon for a whole new Wet Jet Starter kit.

And it was just because I announced that I was the idiot when it stopped working and didn't even try adding new batteries! Lol. That's the "mind" part of the post.
 
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How's this. Not quite forgetfulness (although if I don't put it in my phone as a reminder, it doesn't get done nowadays) Before I became a medic, I was an RMT. My vehicle was in the shop and I had borrowed my parent's Camry. They spend the winter in California, and they weren't using it.

I had attached the office keys to the car keys.

  1. At lunch I decide to nip home (it's a small town, pop 3700). Can't find the keys. I look. I tear apart my office, and I still can't find them.
  2. Lunch is over, and treat the next 3 or 4 clients obsessing about my keys. How could I have lost them in the office? I drove to work, I opened the office, so I had them at th start of the day.
  3. I decided to call the clients I saw in the morning to see if they accidentally picked them up. No one owns up to it.
  4. I tear apart my storage room, my laundry basket, take apart the toilet and nothing.
  5. I had to pretend to close the shop and walk home. Thankfully I have a hidden key, I let myself in and get the spare keys for the office and get the spare for the Camry, too.
  6. It's a mystery but my parents aren't back for a few months and hopefully they will show up. Either that or one of my clients took my keys and is too embarrassed to admit it.
  7. Three months later, nothing. I have to fork out the $400 to replace the key and the fob. I mentally curse my prime suspect (first client of that day) for not admitting they took my keys. By now I'm convinced that this is what happened.

I found them 2 months later. My desk has a hole that you put computer and power wires through. There's a lip/ledge underneath the hole. That's where they were. :)
 
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