Now Where Did I Put That?

I am at the point in life I can forget a lot of things. Where did I put so-and-so? I just had such-and-such. Where’d it go in five minutes? This no longer bothers me. When it did bother me was right after I was forced into early retirement, when I went on LTD, and was only 48 years old. I couldn’t remember the day, the week, the month sometimes. The Babe told me “You’re fine!” I did not believe him. Finally, I bought a planner. Never needed one when I was employed, but I sure did when I wasn’t.

Fast forward a few years to when the Babe retired. I had long since grown accustomed to being forgetful and made allowances for it. My motto was, “I’m not getting paid to think.” I sure felt better and everyone laughed. Including me. The Babe mentioned one day, “Gosh, I don’t remember what day it is.”

I was able to console him. “It doesn’t matter anymore; when you’re retired, there are six Saturdays and a Sunday.” Truer words never spoken. Now, we both have calendars (paper, thank you very much) with our collective events AND Mom’s appointments. Then, for emergencies, we can get ahold of each other. After the phone debacle (with my old phone dying, and my Google ID being locked for 28 days) I can’t rely on a device. I’m not trusting enought to do that yet.

Growing up Catholic, the first thing we did when looking for something we misplaced was pray to St. Anthony. Patron of Lost Items. (He is also credited with finding lost souls, but that’s another day.) The nuns would invoke him in the classroom daily. If Johnny lost his mittens, the good Sister would pray. If Susie lost her chapel veil, Sister would pray. We were ready to call the Pope about all the miracles. Except Anthony was already a saint. Still, it was amazing.

This week, I’ve misplaced a few things. First, the lid to my thermal Pioneer Woman glass; it’s so great for tea or coffee to go, then a book I ordered called, “Just One Look,” about a woman engaged to be married who loses her fiancee in the Vietnam War. I especially wanted to start it, but couldn’t locate it. Then, this morning, I walked downstairs, looked at a small stack of books destined for the new book cases, and there it was. Smack dab in the middle of the ones ready to be put away. That was easy. I’ve given up on the lid to the thermal glass. It may have been thrown out accidentally.

When I misplace things, I think back to St. Anthony, then sort of mention, “Hey, if you can give a hand, please do!” Then I start to think to the last time I saw something. Where was I, what was I doing, did I go in another room, was I in a hurry, and all that. Usually, I come up with some of those answers, and, just like this morning, I get a glimmer of where it may be. Maybe it was St. Anthony. Or maybe it wasn’t. But it’s not lost anymore.

Whatever you do, don’t take yourself too seriously. Learn to accept how things change as you age. Sure, you forget stuff. Who doesn’t? And if someone has more than normal difficulty with memory, of course, get professional assessments and help. Otherwise, remember, you’re not getting paid to think! Have a great afternoon, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Tomorrow, it’s “Mom’s New Wheels.”

A Good Day For . . .

Deleting e-mail you fooled yourself into thinking, “I’ll read that later.” LOL. I had about 900 of those. On my author e-mail. I truly need to stop it. Or delete it once a month. If I don’t review it within 30 days, it needs to go. The same with physical personal mail that comes into the house. It’ll help straighten up the clutter we both have here and there.

It’s also a good day for updating calendars. Yes, I know a paper calendar is old-fashioned, but I keep one with my appointments, the Babe’s, and my mom’s. That way, if there are conflicts, I’ll know. It’s the easiest way for me to herd three people to doctors, dentists, and similar things. Since it works, I will not change it. Although, yesterday I discovered I didn’t have something entered yet – a haircut appointment for Mom and me on Tuesday. Sheesh! Update now on today’s to do list.

With taxes right around the corner, it’s probably a good time to find receipts spent on my writing. Software, memberships, classes, books, books, and more books. And printer paper, supplies, notepads, Post-It-Notes, along with a percentage of Internet connection, and all else that could apply. The idea of keeping track by month was appealing a year ago, but I didn’t follow through. Now it’ll take more time, but it’s ok. Add that to list, ok?

It’s also a good day to listen to some oldies – from high school. The Rascals, The Four Tops, The Drifters, all of it music with memories attached. Yes, I was quite introverted in high school. Any song about loving someone from a distance was about me. I had mad crushes on everyone who was never interested in me. Why was that? Something inside of me caused a tremendous feeling of inadequacy, and I believed those things. It helps from time to time to look back and realize how much you’ve learned and how you’ve grown. And it’s such a good thing to not be in that small space anymore. You need room if you’re going to grow. Room to try your wings. Room to see how you’ll land. And room to change your mind if you need. We do, sometimes.

Strong Women Are Made. Yes, We Are.

By reflecting on our achievements in life, we can plot a course for more achievements and/or growth. Life is all about growth. We can grow with each book we read and each class we take. As an adult, it took me 25 years to finish college. I married young and started community college in my 30s. Worked for employers who reimbursed tuition (never books, the biggest expense!), and earned several certificates along the way. If I can do it, anyone can. I believe the best thing single parents can do is learn skills in a trade or continue their education. It’s difficult, but doable.

As we continue to discover what this is a good day for, think about your progress in life. We can all improve in some area or another. I need to learn to just rest when I’m overwhelmed. It’s a curse on humanity. We get grumpy and make a lot of mistakes. Time to quit for a while. Writing is like that. The time off in December was great, and I’m digging back in to the tasks surrounding being an author. Setting goals, making plans. It’s going to be an exceptional year. I believe in it. I believe in what I’m doing. I believe in me.

Thank you for reading today. Be safe out there. And be kind. We all need it. It will make this world better. See you tomorrow.