Last night, I spent close to an hour looking for something that was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was on the correct shelf, right in front. Nothing was hiding it. It wasn’t behind something, or turned the wrong way.
I looked there — twice — and I couldn’t see it. So I looked in all the other places I might possibly have put an unopened package of medication. There’s a cupboard in the kitchen where some stuff is stored. There’s a rack in the bathroom where other supplies are kept. Otherwise, it’s either my medicine cabinet or the cabinet over the john.
I searched the kitchen thoroughly , in the process finding and tossing out several bottles and tubes of prehistoric stuff that had to be at least a decade old and which I didn’t know I still had. But, I didn’t find what I was looking for.
Finally, I began to question if the container for which I was looking existed at all. I thought I’d bought two bottles of this stuff. It’s not expensive, so I would normally buy a couple of them and a time and stash the spare in my cupboard. But maybe I only thought I’d bought a spare. Maybe there was only one.
Before tucking myself into bed, I made a final pass at the cabinet over the toilet, my the default location for storing non-prescriptions meds and cosmetics … and there it was. Right in the middle. Where I had looked at least three times in the past hour.,
Despite my tendency to blame it on the dogs or on supernatural wee people, I suspected my eyes had been blind to the container. In a bright yellow box.
In bed, I told Garry I had just spent nearly an hour looking for something that was where it was supposed to be and where I had looked multiple times.
He was sympathetic. “Yes,” he said, “it happens.”
Yes. it happens. Is it eyes refusing to see? Or the brain unable (temporarily) to register information? Or maybe … it really is those pesky, wee brownies, fairies, and pixies messing with me.
You think?
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I like to think that!
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I hate it when that happens.
Leslie
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Me too.
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and it happens far too often….
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I have a 15-second memory these days. If I don’t do whatever I meant to do in that first few seconds, whoosh, gone. Maybe I’ll remember tomorrow. Maybe never.
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I think it’s from all that multi-tasking that we did.
Leslie
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And getting older. I swear the MINUTE I stopped working full-time, my memory vanished.
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or we could say our memory is so full of knowledge that we have a lot to go through to come up with the answer….?
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Which would also be true, though I think a lot of this little stuff just isn’t very important and with so little room left on the drive, it doesn’t get saved in a good place.
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good point!
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That sometimes happens to me when I’m looking for an old version of the packaging! Glad you found it!
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I was just not seeing them. I think I forgot they came in a bright yellow box. The container is white. I was looking for the container, not the box.
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It happens to all of us. Mr. Swiss always finds my stuff and I find his, but I rarely find mine. There must be a moral to that one somewhere
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Good to have a mate who remembers stuff? I always TELL Garry were I’m putting things in case when I go to look for it, I have no idea where it is — which is most of the time!
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The brain is fried and in mute mode today.
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