I Did It Again
I did it again –
lost my car keys. I periodically do this and am frantic until I find
them. I always think I am losing my mind, getting dementia, doomed to
a life of mindless wandering leaving a trail of lost stuff.
There are suggestions about how to find lost items,
and also about how to avoid losing them in the first place. As far as
I'm concerned, anything lost outside the home is probably a write off
including gloves, sweaters, and umbrellas. I buy umbrellas and
sunglass at the dollar store. When lost, I buy another.
"Always put things in the same place,"
experts advise. Oh sure, if I could do that, I could remember where my
This time it is my car keys and bank card – a double
header if you will. Actually, it was my bank card that I missed first.
When looking for it, I noticed that my car keys were also missing.
Don't panic; be logical; try to remember where you
were the last time you had it. I used my card to pay for cat food, and
I had to have my keys to drive home. "Look where they should
be.” I take everything out of my purse, check all the side pockets
twice. Not there.
I have a terrible habit of sticking my bank card in my
pocket when my hands are full. I check my jeans pocket, and jacket,
even though I don't think I wore it. I come up empty again.
Well, you get the picture. I'm an idiot. I can't
remember anything. I'm crazy, demented. I beat up on myself for being
stupid. I enlist the help of Honey. Sometimes someone else can find
things in places you didn't think to look. He has a logical mind.
We check the car ignition, under the seats, on the
dashboard, behind the sun visor, under the floor mats, even in the
trunk. Don't laugh. All of these are places where I've found lost
things in the past. "The best place to look is where you found
lost items before." experts advise.
We check the door knob, around the steps, the garage
floor under the car, on shelves, on top of the water heater, even in
the bag of birdseed. Pitiful isn't it?
"Did you check your purse and pockets?"
asked Honey. "Of course, and for good measure I checked the
dirty laundry, the washing machine and dryer, and the basket of clean
We checked countertops, around my computer, top of the
refrigerator, drawers all over the house, under the furniture, and in
the cracks of the sofa. We became creative looking in the refrigerator
and dishwasher, the medicine cabinet, all the unlikely places where
they might be because they are not anywhere else.
I thought and thought trying to remember. It was no
use. Depression sat in. I can get another key made and call in to
report my bank card lost…. again. I've lost my credit card so many
times that the bank now charges me to replace it.
My type of loss is a mindless one -- having my mind on
other things and not thinking about small things. I try to put my card
in my wallet and my keys in my purse, but the mindless mode always
kicks in on me sooner or later.
My iPhone has a phone finder feature which has helped
me find it a number of times. I need one of those tiles that transmits
a signal like my cell phone to attach to my keys. The technology is
available so why not use it? It is an extra expense, but how much is
my sanity worth?
By the way, I eventually found the keys in the closet
in my leather jacket, and as a bonus, my bank card was there also. And
so it goes. I know I'm not the only one who loses stuff, but somehow I
just can't seem to get past the reality that I did it again.