I
picked up the object and, sure enough, it was my mug. “I set it on the edge of
the truck bed before I left home,” I said. “I guess that’s how long it took to
fall off.” The cup was a little banged up, but didn’t seem to be hurt any.
Lately,
we’ve spent a lot of time looking for lost items. Things are not where they
should be, and it’s frustrating. I was getting ready to drain the water off the
spaghetti. “Where’s the strainer?” I asked. I was looking at the slot where the
strainer has been for as long as I can remember. I finally set down the pot of
hot water and spaghetti while I pondered where it could possibly be. I looked
in every logical place and a few illogical ones. No strainer. Finally, I gave
up and used a different one that I could find.
A few
days ago, we were on the search for Harold’s small pocket notebook. He had
written a bunch of measurements in it and didn’t want to have to re-measure.
Well, I found about six of the little notebooks, but none had the correct
information in them. I finally called a store we had been in to ask if they had
found it. They had not. The search went on for two days, and finally Harold
found it in his nightstand drawer.
I think
that since we live in a huge house and have a large inventory of miscellaneous
items, I can see why objects can be easily lost. Harold likes to buy kitchen
gadgets and sometimes finding cubbyholes to store them takes creative
rearranging. Anyway, that’s my excuse.
Yesterday,
when I put gas in my car, I noticed one of my credit card slots was empty in my
metal wallet. I dumped my purse and looked in every place in it. The search was
on. I looked in the truck because that’s where I had used it last. First
glance, not there. I checked out my smaller purse that I sometimes carry. It
wasn’t there either. After exhausting all leads, I went back to the truck. I
finally spied the missing card hiding in plain sight. It had slid against the
side of the console and almost invisible.
The
various searches makes me think of how Jim used to say, “Right here, but I
can’t find it.” I know it was frustrating for him. Not only would he misplace
or lose something, but because of aphasia, he couldn’t even tell me what he was
looking for.
Part of
the reason we lose so many things is that we are constantly distracted. Our
electronic devices constantly ding, buzz, ring, chime, or interrupt with pop
ups. My phone is paired to my car and the pickup. The pickup is several years
newer and has more bells and whistles than my car. I was driving the pickup
this morning and on my informational screen, a popup informed me that I had a
text message and told me who sent it. Geeze. The only good thing is that my
phone didn’t make any noise and thankfully, didn’t distract me more with the entire
text message.
Through
perseverance, or stubbornness, we usually find the lost. Still, after all this
time, I cannot find that strainer. Harold thinks I might have thrown it away,
but I don’t believe that. I will not go dumpster diving to see. If it’s gone,
it’s gone, but truthfully, I think we will find it—eventually, somewhere,
somehow.
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