I called my dad the other day. He is 82 and his short term memory is not very good. While talking to him he tells me he can't find his phone and he is really annoyed. I let this go at first as I did not want to embarrass him. However, he comes back to his frustration later in the call and tells me as soon as we hang up he has to find his phone. That's when I said, "Dad, what are you talking to me on"? He is funny and can laugh at himself. He replies, "S.O.B".
I've got a while before I'm your Dad's age, but I'm already learning that the ability to laugh at the foolishness old age sometimes leads us into is vital to my sanity... that was a pretty convoluted sentence, but I'm too tired to rewrite it, so I hope you got the point. 😁
I think you are absolutely right. I saw a card the other day that said, We don't stop laughing and having fun because we got old. We get old because we stop laughing and having fun. I think this perspective/attitude is critical for true happiness and for health. Thank you for sharing.
A resident of one of the nursing homes I once worked at had a poster on her door that stated, "Old age ain't for sissies." She got that right! I wish you and your father lots of happiness, health, and laughter. 😊
4. I don't lose things so much as find things I didn't know were missing. I dumped out my purse yesterday to transfer to another purse, which I do at least twice a week. And out popped a key, on a beaded key ring with a little turtle on the bottom. I have no clue what this key is for, I don't recall ever seeing it before. I asked my husband and son, they claim never to have seen it before. But just in case I'm a character at the start of a multiverse murder mystery, I'm keeping Turtle Key in my purse.
I was anxious the whole time reading this piece. Anxious for you as well as me, thinking of the times I have misplaced what I, too, consider "can't live without" items. I find that leaving them in the same place is a necessity or I indeed will forget where they are. Clear indication that there is way too much going on in our lives. Sigh.
so so relatable. I had a written out signed contract with an ex boyfriend that said : Kate's keys will be in 1 of 3 places at all times.1 On the hook by the door 2. In the lock of the door 3. In the ignition.
I just lost a day's work of audio recording for the next War and Peace chapter (which was otherwise done) by trimming the wrong part of the audio and there's no undo. does that count? 😭 No issues with phone and keys but there is someone here who constantly loses them... nuff said.
These things probably aren't as high tech as the Apple thingy, but they're loud as heck. I got a set after losing my keys when I brought my fil and his little Yorkie out for covid shots last winter (the shots were for me and my fil, his pup was just there for moral support). We were all done with the injections and I'd gotten my fil, his pup, and his wheelchair all loaded up, when I realized that I no longer had my keys. An hour and a half of frantic searching later, I finally had to borrow someone's phone to call my hubby to drive over with the spare set of keys (because, of course, my cheap cell phone service decided to glitch out, too)... hubby was sick as a dog that day, but he dutifully piled himself and a bucket (for potential vomit) into his car and rushed to our rescue in his pajamas (he is an awesome hubby!!!). Several hours after I got home, I found the keys hanging between the driver's and the passenger's seats. 🤯 That's when I bought the loud bleeping thingies - the only problem with them is that it's easy to set them off by accident... and they are LOUD!
I have ADHD, so I'm used to losing things and being late. In my 63 years of life, I have learned a few tricks, one of which is having one general "dumping ground" for things like keys, wallets, etc. I'm not saying I always remember to dump things in the right place, but when I do, it's like magic. 😉
So Yahtzee is a good word after all. Nicely played, sir.
PS - Robert sounds like my dog; patiently waiting while I go back and forth around the house trying to collect all my missing stuff before we go on a simple walk.
😎 I had a Doberman who used to take my keys out of the basket by the back door when he saw me packing a suitcase. He’d bury them in the back yard. Fucked me over a couple of times until I began keeping a spare set hidden from him.
A friend of mine describes these items (phone, keys, wallet) as the "holy trinity." This phrase now repeats in my head every time I leave my house, get into my car, get our of my car, etc. I find that I forget these things far less frequently now. Of course, this begs the question: which is the father, which is the son, and which is the holy spirit?
The main reason I wear my Apple Watch in the house is to find my phone 🫠 I have tags on everything, including the dog, which came really handy when in her second season snuck out in the search for boys 😱 I’m teaching her how to return to me with the sound of the Apple twerp now.
But yes! That’s my life! Losing things, being late to things.
But I have a hack now! I stopped driving to important events, and I order an Uber to pick up 15 min before the time I need to leave instead. I try to order it the day before because otherwise, I will forget to order it at all. This means, I get to use their 10min waiting time and be late just for the Uber. The accountability having someone waiting for me on the street, super speeds me…! It works 💪🏻
I could do without the CZ, but not without Milk Duds IN my popcorn at the movie theater. The last movie I saw in a theater was A Perfect Storm. That was when? 2000? 2001?
I also lose things when trying to get out of the house. My least favorite thing my brain does in that situation is set my phone down so I can search pockets, cushions, etc., and then make it all the way to the car before I realize I don't have the phone anymore. Grrrrr!
1. try not to. have been the finder in charge for my family for yonks. but i do have a special thing i do with my socks. i take them off after i get in bed and they usually stay in what my husband calls the sock closet.
2. hubs thinks the sock closet is hysterical.
3. yes to no popcorn. no to no cz.
4. phone, wallet, keys on youtube by adam sandler.
5. my son when he is not stuck in addiction. right now i think he's not but he could be. like that guy on substack says, both are true.
6. really 7 but my phone is calling the shots. i'm either five minutes late or ten minutes early. my problem is i always think of ten details i have to complete before i go out the door.
I called my dad the other day. He is 82 and his short term memory is not very good. While talking to him he tells me he can't find his phone and he is really annoyed. I let this go at first as I did not want to embarrass him. However, he comes back to his frustration later in the call and tells me as soon as we hang up he has to find his phone. That's when I said, "Dad, what are you talking to me on"? He is funny and can laugh at himself. He replies, "S.O.B".
Hahaha
I've got a while before I'm your Dad's age, but I'm already learning that the ability to laugh at the foolishness old age sometimes leads us into is vital to my sanity... that was a pretty convoluted sentence, but I'm too tired to rewrite it, so I hope you got the point. 😁
I think you are absolutely right. I saw a card the other day that said, We don't stop laughing and having fun because we got old. We get old because we stop laughing and having fun. I think this perspective/attitude is critical for true happiness and for health. Thank you for sharing.
A resident of one of the nursing homes I once worked at had a poster on her door that stated, "Old age ain't for sissies." She got that right! I wish you and your father lots of happiness, health, and laughter. 😊
4. I don't lose things so much as find things I didn't know were missing. I dumped out my purse yesterday to transfer to another purse, which I do at least twice a week. And out popped a key, on a beaded key ring with a little turtle on the bottom. I have no clue what this key is for, I don't recall ever seeing it before. I asked my husband and son, they claim never to have seen it before. But just in case I'm a character at the start of a multiverse murder mystery, I'm keeping Turtle Key in my purse.
Turtle key feels v important
I can’t begin to count how many times I’ve lost my glasses only to find I had tucked them in my shirt like Don Johnson’s Ray Bans in Miami Vice.
I want the tag on my memory. Can it be inserted in my brain?
Thank you for this morning giggle.
I was anxious the whole time reading this piece. Anxious for you as well as me, thinking of the times I have misplaced what I, too, consider "can't live without" items. I find that leaving them in the same place is a necessity or I indeed will forget where they are. Clear indication that there is way too much going on in our lives. Sigh.
Fun entry! I loled at the „even though I wasn’t gonna not really”.
If I can chip in my two cents.. try not listening to a podcast on pods while late, finding, and loosing things 😛
so so relatable. I had a written out signed contract with an ex boyfriend that said : Kate's keys will be in 1 of 3 places at all times.1 On the hook by the door 2. In the lock of the door 3. In the ignition.
I love the way you write!!
🧡🧡🧡
I just lost a day's work of audio recording for the next War and Peace chapter (which was otherwise done) by trimming the wrong part of the audio and there's no undo. does that count? 😭 No issues with phone and keys but there is someone here who constantly loses them... nuff said.
lol that def counts. Classic slippery War and Peace
will re-record the first half tomorrow. temps perdu...;)
Alex your writing is laugh out loud smile inside brilliant! I'm glad I found you. : )
I am glad too thank u
The beauty of cherishing the things you have when you have them.
Dammit, dammit, dammit! Sorry, I just accidentally erased my almost completed response when I went to grab a link. Here's the link, before I forget to post it: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01LY8VK8I/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_image?ie=UTF8&psc=1
These things probably aren't as high tech as the Apple thingy, but they're loud as heck. I got a set after losing my keys when I brought my fil and his little Yorkie out for covid shots last winter (the shots were for me and my fil, his pup was just there for moral support). We were all done with the injections and I'd gotten my fil, his pup, and his wheelchair all loaded up, when I realized that I no longer had my keys. An hour and a half of frantic searching later, I finally had to borrow someone's phone to call my hubby to drive over with the spare set of keys (because, of course, my cheap cell phone service decided to glitch out, too)... hubby was sick as a dog that day, but he dutifully piled himself and a bucket (for potential vomit) into his car and rushed to our rescue in his pajamas (he is an awesome hubby!!!). Several hours after I got home, I found the keys hanging between the driver's and the passenger's seats. 🤯 That's when I bought the loud bleeping thingies - the only problem with them is that it's easy to set them off by accident... and they are LOUD!
I have ADHD, so I'm used to losing things and being late. In my 63 years of life, I have learned a few tricks, one of which is having one general "dumping ground" for things like keys, wallets, etc. I'm not saying I always remember to dump things in the right place, but when I do, it's like magic. 😉
Dumping ground is genius
In my case, it's the far edge of the kitchen counter, next to the old fashioned phone (I am an old, after all!).
So Yahtzee is a good word after all. Nicely played, sir.
PS - Robert sounds like my dog; patiently waiting while I go back and forth around the house trying to collect all my missing stuff before we go on a simple walk.
yahtzee!!
😎 I had a Doberman who used to take my keys out of the basket by the back door when he saw me packing a suitcase. He’d bury them in the back yard. Fucked me over a couple of times until I began keeping a spare set hidden from him.
A friend of mine describes these items (phone, keys, wallet) as the "holy trinity." This phrase now repeats in my head every time I leave my house, get into my car, get our of my car, etc. I find that I forget these things far less frequently now. Of course, this begs the question: which is the father, which is the son, and which is the holy spirit?
The main reason I wear my Apple Watch in the house is to find my phone 🫠 I have tags on everything, including the dog, which came really handy when in her second season snuck out in the search for boys 😱 I’m teaching her how to return to me with the sound of the Apple twerp now.
But yes! That’s my life! Losing things, being late to things.
But I have a hack now! I stopped driving to important events, and I order an Uber to pick up 15 min before the time I need to leave instead. I try to order it the day before because otherwise, I will forget to order it at all. This means, I get to use their 10min waiting time and be late just for the Uber. The accountability having someone waiting for me on the street, super speeds me…! It works 💪🏻
I could do without the CZ, but not without Milk Duds IN my popcorn at the movie theater. The last movie I saw in a theater was A Perfect Storm. That was when? 2000? 2001?
I also lose things when trying to get out of the house. My least favorite thing my brain does in that situation is set my phone down so I can search pockets, cushions, etc., and then make it all the way to the car before I realize I don't have the phone anymore. Grrrrr!
1. try not to. have been the finder in charge for my family for yonks. but i do have a special thing i do with my socks. i take them off after i get in bed and they usually stay in what my husband calls the sock closet.
2. hubs thinks the sock closet is hysterical.
3. yes to no popcorn. no to no cz.
4. phone, wallet, keys on youtube by adam sandler.
5. my son when he is not stuck in addiction. right now i think he's not but he could be. like that guy on substack says, both are true.
6. really 7 but my phone is calling the shots. i'm either five minutes late or ten minutes early. my problem is i always think of ten details i have to complete before i go out the door.
wait what is the sock closet?
It is the nether regions of the bed, above the fitted sheet, below the flat sheet. They make a nice little lump under the covers.