WANDERING SENIOR WITH BOOK

Verbal Confirmation – To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?


Confused. That would be my verb-du-jour. Except it’s not a verb. Maybe I am not a verb at all. Maybe I’m a noun or — heaven forbid — an adverb or an adjective! Horrors!

Take last night.

I recently read Gretchen Archer’s most recent book. It has not yet been released. Due out October 24th. Double Strike (A Davis Way Crime Caper Book 3) is really great … definitely the best yet and I loved the first two books, so I really adored this most recent one.

I haven’t reviewed it yet because it’s a bit early. I don’t like to review unreleased books longer than a week before they become available. I want people to be able to actually buy the book, not have to wait a month or two before it’s ready to be downloaded or ordered.

I’d been keeping the book on the end table next my recliner. This is where I spend most of my waking time. I have a laptop here, Garry sits next to me (he has his own laptop). And there’s the big TV, a good little CD player in case we want music. Robby the Robot in case we need entertainment … and usually a bouquet of  flowers because my husband is a peach.

I decided to put Double Strike in the bookcase in the office where I have all Gretchen’s other books and mementos.

I picked up the book. I fully intended to take it to the bookcase until I realized another book was missing … one I was planning to take with me and read on vacation next week. It wasn’t where I thought it should be, so I went to the office, thinking maybe I left it on my desk, or in the other office — might I have put in the bookcase? How about the bedroom, with the miscellaneous books and CDs I’m planning to listen to or read?

This other book — Savior by Martha Kennedy — was in none of these places and I started to panic. What could I have done with it? The older I get, the more absent-minded I become. I kept looking until I realized I was looking right at it. I had put it — because Martha and I share a passion for Robby the Robot — right next to Robby on the coffee table. Logical, in a non-linear way.

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That was when I realized I had no idea where I’d put Gretchen’s book. I’d had it in hand when I got up because my initial mission was to put it in a safer place, but I’d gotten distracted looking for Martha’s book … and obviously had put it down somewhere.

Where did I leave it? I had been in 5 different rooms and the hallway. I started in the living room, went to my office. Then down the hall to Garry’s office, where we have the big bookcases. From there, I went to our bedroom — with a quick side trip to the bathroom. I had stopped, made the bed, decided to change into my big tee-shirt because it was late and I was tired of elastic.

I then went back to the living room and watched some TV with Garry. The newest NCIS and NCIS: New Orleans (I think that’s going to be a keeper) and The Black List (another favorite). We record everything because zapping the commercials is so satisfying.

Now, it was bedtime. I gathered up my Kindle, my cup of juice, my bag of medications and a protein bar. Down the hall to the bedroom. Which was when I realized I had no idea where I put Double Strike. I retraced my steps to the best of my ability, but couldn’t find it anywhere. I knew it had to be in the house because I hadn’t left the house. I had put it down somewhere en route to somewhere else.

Eventually I found it. It was on the keyboard of the electric organ. Under Garry’s copy of Malkin’s movie references. I don’t want to think about how it got there. I picked it up, gave it a little kiss because I was so very glad to see it, then took it to the bookcase. Where, after rearranging a few things to make room for it, it has finally gone to live where I originally meant to put it.

You ask me about verbs? Verbs? Moi?

Color me befuddled. Confused. Is there a verb for that? As in … to be or not to be?

24 thoughts on “WANDERING SENIOR WITH BOOK

  1. Been there and done that. Today I filed the guarantee from the iPad I bought. I have a file with guarantees because is ever anything goes wrong I can get the repair done free. Now I am 68 years old, Mr. Swiss 75 years old so just imagine the geriatric forgetfulness we have, although I must be honest, the 75 year old has the better memory. A good test is when you upload all your apps on a new machine and try to remember all the different codes you have. It took me at least 15 minutes until I could get into Twitter. Facebook was easier because I go there every day. Oh I am rambling on.

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    • Well, we are pretty similar. Garry is 72, I’m 67 and our next birthdays are just around the corner. Garry is less likely to just leave things wherever he happens to be. That’s my specialty. Both of us lose words and names, but he remembers everything related to baseball and movies. I have files where I write down passwords (his AND mine) or I will forget them. Garry can’t remember anything computer-related but — other than passwords — I usually remember computer stuff. Together, we stumble down the road of life. It is as if we have one complete memory between the two of us 🙂

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        • If you mean computers (rather than husbands — love that indefinite article!!), we actually have 5. Garry has two, desktop and laptop. I have two laptops (one is an ultralight, the other weighs like a bowling ball). We share calendars on all of them — AND we have a big white board on the fridge where we write down the stuff we will otherwise forget … which is everything. I always think I’m going to remember things, but I don’t. Garry just says WRITE IT DOWN. He’s relentless, but he’s also right!

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  2. My brain is not working right — I got my PO box and mixed up the numbers and told everyone the wrong box number. That’s just ONE of the things I’ve done. 🙂 “Doctor! Doctor! My brain HURTS!” “We’ll have to take it out then!”

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  3. Sort of off topic, Mrs. A, but it made me start a conversation in my head I’ve been having frequently. I don’t ever seem to read anything that isn’t downloaded onto my Kindle now. I look fondly at books on the shelf, including a few I haven’t read yet. Kindle is very kind to my arthritic and nerve-damaged hands. And easy on my eyes. He’s rather ruined me from the desire to hold a “real” book, other than to just have them on a shelf. You still read the “real” ones from time to time? Your thoughts?

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    • The only “real” books I buy are first editions (usually signed) from 2 or 3 authors I follows … or books people send me that aren’t available on Kindle, often review copies that are inscribed by the author. I prefer Kindle for all the reasons you mentioned — and because they have a light. Since I’m an addicted bed-reader, that light really matters. But most important, it’s the light weight of Kindle vs. paper — because arthritis has taken a big toll on hand strength. I love having books, but I don’t usually read them. I just HAVE them, sniff them, pet them. Only read them if there’s no other choice and that’s a strain.

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  5. I try to always keep my keys in a logical spot. Usually on the microwave cart, setting them there the moment I get home. Here lately I have been taking an extra diueretic and, upon arriving home, have a few times had to really run to the bathroom to avoid piddling on the floor like an excited puppy. Of course when I do this, I take my purse with me. There is no setting out of keys. And when I leave the bathroom, I am generally so relieved that I forget my keys and they remain next to the sink. The next time I need to leave, I sure do have a heck of a time trying to remember that the keys would be in the bathroom, because, well it just isn’t my first thought!

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