Hunting For the Lost

Thursday, August 15, 2013

I believe there is a direct correlation between losing things and getting old.

I say that from experience.

Last week I lost the meter that measures my blood sugar.

I've looked high and low.

I believe I took it with me when I was out of town for six days. But when I got home, I didn't have it.

Then the search was on. I looked on tables and under them. I unpacked everything in my bag and it wasn't there.

I looked everywhere it could possibly be. It wasn't in the kitchen cabinet or in my makeup bag.

I've given up and my doctor was nice enough to give me a new ultra mini meter.

But I miss the old one and still pine for it.

Don't you hate to lose anything?

Last week I searched frantically for my car keys.

I looked all through my purse where they were supposed to be.

"Just calm down, mom, and you'll find them." my daughter said.

"No," I said, "I've looked and they aren't in here."

She started removing the larger items from my purse so that we could shuffle through the small stuff.

"I've left them in the car," I guessed. "And the car's locked."

Then she panicked.

"Not to worry," I told her. "I have a spare key."

It was in the zippered pocket in my purse.

Sure enough, when we got to my car there were the keys danging in the ignition switch.

Fortunately, I was able to use the spare key to gain access to my car.

Have you ever spent days looking for a receipt?

I went to Walmart the other day to return an item.

I stood in front of the desk searching through my purse for the receipt.

I looked and looked for a very long time.

I would pull out an old receipt and say, "No, that's not it."

Then I would repeat the process.

I told the associate behind the desk that I knew it was in my purse somewhere.

Finally, she said, "That's okay, ma'am, you don't need the receipt."

Then she refunded my money.

Actually, the receipt was in my purse. I found it later.

Last Saturday I spent some time looking for a particular blouse I wanted to wear.

It wasn't in my main closet where I thought it should be.

So I searched in the other bedroom closet, hanger by hanger.

No luck.

Then I tried the room closet which could be called a walk-in closet.

It wasn't there either.

Aggravated, I went back to the main closet and began the search all over again.

And there it was, hidden from sight among a plethora of clothes.

Everybody knows the story of the misplaced eyeglasses.

Well, how about four pair?

Until I had eye surgery, I was wearing bifocals so I needed only one pair for reading and distance.

After surgery, I was given a pair of special sunglasses to wear temporarily inside the house and outdoors, too.

I just happened to have a spare pair too.

Because I couldn't read with my old bifocals, I bought a pair of reading glasses. I already had an extra pair of those also.

So now I had four pair of glasses to keep up with.

One would think that wouldn't be a problem.

But it was.

The plan was to keep one pair of reading glasses on my computer desk and the other pair beside my recliner in the living room. I would keep a pair of sunglasses on the dining room table or in my purse and another on the kitchen counter.

Suddenly, I found myself playing musical chairs with my glasses.

They were never where they should be.

I explained my predicament to my daughter.

She laughed. She said she has six pair of reading glasses and sometimes can't find any of them. She keeps some of them at work and some of them at home.

Finally, she bought one of those chains and hung a pair around her neck.

I don't know if men have the same type problem of losing things.

Do they lose keys, wallets, caps, neckties and tools?

I do know that my friend's husband was always misplacing his ball cap.

He expected her to keep up with it.

One day she rebelled and refused to help him look for it.

From then on, the ball cap was his responsibility.

She had enough to keep up with since they had five small children.

I remember that my son-in-law was always losing his special tape measure.

He would have everyone in the house searching for it.

It always turned up where he had left it, even though the hunt might last two or three days.

He would even hint that someone had moved it from its appointed place.

But no one had and the truth was always revealed.

But he wasn't old so we couldn't blame it on old age.

We are all guilty of losing things; young and old, male and female.

It goes with the territory.

It's possible that after age 30, we lose 100,000 brain cells each day.

That adds up to a lot of lost keys.