Friday, November 05, 2010

The Month of Losing Dangerously

SUMMARY: A purse, a watch, sunglasses, a flashlight, Benadryl, a man, a plan, a canoe, pasta, heros, rajahs, a coloratura...but I digress.
I am not the sort of person who loses things, normally. Really, I'm not. Now, I'm beginning to wonder--

First, the vanished purse on Saturday, Oct 16, which I didn't discover until the following Tuesday night, when I had tickets to a play.

That Wednesday was spent searching for the purse and making phone calls and such.

(It wasn't an entirely wasted effort--in the process of tearing the house AND the car apart looking for the purse, I did a lot of clean-up and putting things away, like the bottle of benadryl that had been sitting, unused, on the kitchen counter since Boost had itchies a couple of months ago but then got better.)

So perhaps it was understandable that evening when I took the dogs to class (with no drivers license, no money, no AAA card, nuthin') that I was a bit distracted. As usual, pottied the dogs when I got there, cleaned up Tika's poo in the approved manner using my new spiffy LED flashlight to see what I was doing, tossed it into the poo can, and walked away--yes, the unclear pronoun reference: I realized I still had a bag of poo in my hand.

Retrieved the flashlight from the poo can, made a mental note that it needed to be cleaned before further use, and--I haven't seen it since.

As class continued, I glanced at my wrist to check the time, but no watch. "Huh," I thought to myself, "I thought I put it on, but I was a bit distracted." Got home, tore the house apart again looking for the watch. (Which was a very nice, very expensive Seiko watch that was quite beautiful when I got it as a gift 25 years ago. It's pretty scruffy now, but I like it and would hate to lose it.)

It took me several days to realize that perhaps I HAD put the watch on before going to class, so I called Power Paws and--a miracle--someone had found that dainty tiny black watch in one of the fields.

After I got my purse back, I decided it was time to clean up assorted other business that I'd been postponing. Like, on Thursday October 28, an eye appointment to order replacement glasses. I actually had a warranty of sorts on the glasses, so I could either get an entirely new pair with my new (very slightly changed) prescription for a lot of $$, or get an exact replacement of what I had with the warranty for half the $$. One of the deciding factors was that the not-cheap clip-on sunglasses that I've had for the last 2 years and that were made explicitly for that frame would still be useful to me.

The next day, got into the car to go for my long-postponed haircut, reached for the sunglasses in their holder--and, yeah, you got it, not there. These are useful to me *only* in the car, since I have self-darkening lenses. They almost never leave the car, and almost always are replaced in their holder by sheer habit. I don't have to think at all about them at all--and apparently I didn't, because I couldn't at all remember the last time I had used them (yesterday on the way home from the eye appt? on the way there? the day before? etc.).

So, last weekend, I tore the car somewhat apart again looking for the sunglasses. Nada. Argh. I can't think where they might be, unless I did something like take them off, set them in my lap for some reason, then get out of the car and they fell out. That would be a big Crap. A week later, I still don't know where they are.

Anywayyyyyy Boost has started scratching again. Today seems particularly worse, so it's time to start the benadryl again.

So...yeah... I put it away: But where?

All I can say is, the dogs could be next at the rate I'm going, so it's a good thing they're nailed to the floor.


In its entirety, here's the palindrome I started on in the Summary: "A man, a plan, a canoe, pasta, heros, rajahs, a coloratura, maps, snipe, percale, macaroni, a gag, a banana bag, a tan, a tag, a banana bag again (or a camel), a crepe, pins, Spam, a rut, a Rolo, cash, a jar, sore hats, a peon, a canal – Panama!"

4 comments:

  1. Wow! That's a heck of a palindrome! I knew about a man a plan... Panama, but, well, wow!

    Sorry if I gave Boost the itchies today while she cuddled on my lap. :-)

    Is there a way you could get a *replacement* band for your Seiko so it wouldn't keep popping open... even after being "repaired?"

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  2. I might be able to get a replacement clasp; dunno. On my list to go over and ask the watch repair guys near me. If I don't like what I hear, might ask your watch repair guy too. Replacing the band isn't practical on this watch.

    I don't remember where I first heard about the expanded man/plan/canal--years ago. You can find it on the web, of course, and also some even longer ones that I think aren't as much fun as this one. ("a banana bag again (or a camel)" cracks me up every time, for example.)

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  3. Maybe you could train the dogs to pick up anything you drop...

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  4. Oh, that could be scary! Like I taught Boost to put her toys away, so now she drops them into any convenient container (e.g., trash baskets). But I really like the idea of teaching the dogs to find stuff for me.

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