Losing things doesn’t mean you’re losing it.

I misplace my glasses a lot but it’s not my fault. It’s Hugh Jackman’s fault. I have one pair for seeing close up and another for far away, and I switch them constantly. When I’m walking around with my far glasses on, I often need to read some small print—especially if it’s something important like a photo of a scantily clad Hugh Jackman. I may be 70 but I’m not dead yet. So I have to take off my far specs and put on my close-ups. 

I lost my close-up glasses for two days once. I gave up and made do with my previous prescription pair. Then Frank, my husband, went to get some ice cubes and there were my glasses, in the freezer. And I remembered I had stuck my head in there rummaging around, way in the back, for the Haagen-Dazs ice cream, and put my glasses down so I could see because they were fogging up. I got so excited when I found the Haagen-Dazs I completely forgot about my glasses.

Often I forget to pay attention to where I am when I take off the pair I don’t need, and I have to go looking for those glasses. Sometimes I’m carrying a cup of coffee and I put that down during my search, and after I find my glasses I have to go around looking for my coffee. And so on. 

At seventy the specter of Alzheimer’s always looms when you misplace something. One well-known sign is finding things you’ve lost in strange, inappropriate places. In a public service TV ad about Alzheimer’s, an elderly couple is looking everywhere for something the woman lost, and the man takes a break and goes to the fridge get some cream for his coffee. He removes the pitcher…and car keys are behind it! The mournful, worried look they exchange makes it clear they’re positive the wife has Alzheimer’s. 

I’m not worried. I didn’t even consider the freezer a strange, inappropriate place to lose my glasses. It made perfect sense. The worse thing about the whole affair was that Frank found out I’d been into the Haagen-Dazs.

“… there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.” -Matthew 10:26

I searched an entire afternoon for my glasses once, and the cat had them all the time.

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6 thoughts on “Losing things doesn’t mean you’re losing it.

  1. I’ll bet somebody could fill a good-sized book with peoples’ stories about misplacing things, especially glasses. I could contribute a few tales myself. I completely understand your freezer story, Pat.I get excited about finding ice cream, too. One day in the office at Unity I was walking around, retracing my steps, trying in vain to find my glasses I knew I had brought them to church. I complained to Michael, “I can’t find my glasses anywhere”. He replied, “You mean the ones on top of your head?”

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  2. Usually I’m the one helping to find a lost item. But I sometimes don’t help because the other party doesn’t tell me when they found their lost thing. Leaving me in the search, worrying for nothing.

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  3. I do this with my cell phone! I have to use my husband’s phone to call mine so I can locate it. Also, years ago when I was pregnant, I found my car keys in the refrigerator. I had them in my hand and must have released them as I placed an item in the refrigerator! I looked ALL OVER or them and did not find them until later that evening!

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