Those Wasted Minutes

Thursday, March 13, 2014

I would have more hours in the day were it not for several factors.

Like looking for lost things.

I spend a lot of time searching for things.

Each day when I take my medications, I have to search through an assortment of plastic containers and read the labels.

That takes several minutes three times a day.

I have so many pills that I store some of them in a travel kit.

Don't tell me to use a pill box with all those compartments.

There aren't enough compartments and they don't hold enough pills.

Of course, there's the purse. I spend probably 15 minutes per day rummaging through my purse looking for my car keys, cell phone, change, lipstick, comb, lip balm, germ sanitizer, tic tacs, check book, or eye glasses.

The eye glasses, however, could be on my makeup table, on the end table in the bedroom, or a bathroom stand, on my desk, or on my face.

When I go shopping at the mall, I have to allow about 10 minutes to find my car in the parking lot. On a recent cold blustery day, I found myself pushing my cart up and down the car aisles looking for my car in 25 mile per hour winds. I nearly froze to death.

Drops of sleet were pelting my sweater.(I needed a coat with hood).The ice storm was on the horizon.

I have spent 10 minutes searching for a can of soup in the recesses of my canned goods cabinet. I have, on occasion, emptied the contents of the cabinet to locate one can of chicken broth. That takes precious time.

And I've spent 20 minutes searching for an address I might have thrown away because I scribbled it on a piece of junk mail that was laying on the kitchen counter.

Everybody has one or two junk drawers. I allow 10 minutes or more to find the tiny screwdriver because it is the only tool that will fit the teeny screw that secures my eyeglass lens to the frame. Or maybe I need to find a tape measure, or the plastic cake server I haven't seen since last Christmas. It takes time to find a thumbtack or a paperclip or rubberband or a small nail. As a rule, the smaller the junk drawer item, the more hunting time must be allotted.

Not all things are found.

There's that green decorative glass platter that I've searched for on several occasions.

And various odd socks that seem to disappear in the wash.

Men don't need as much time to find something because they keep everything in its place.

At least that's what they tell their wives they ought to do. She just needs to organize, he tells her..

Should a man per chance misplace an item, such as a receipt, he expects the whole household, especially his wife, to drop everything and join him in the search even if she's trying to cook his supper. They will search through boxes of old receipts until they find the one he thinks he needs. Until the receipt is found, he will hint that his wife must have misplaced it or thrown it away because he knows he wouldn't have.

Once upon a time my husband volunteered to organize my pantry so that everything would be handy for me. I would save valuable time that way, he explained.

The pantry was equipped with two long shelves where I stored canned goods, not in any order..

He proceeded to line up the green beans, one behind the other. Ditto the corn, then the soups.

He lined up the peas, hominy, canned fruit, in evenly spaced rows, like Marines marching in cadence. (He was a military man).

I didn't have the heart to tell him that in a couple of weeks, his theory would be out the window.

I knew the canned goods would never stay neatly in a row.

They just don't.

Now what could I do with all that wasted spare time.

Let me count the ways.

First I would shred the junk mail.

Then clean out the refrigerator.

I would discard half the items in the junk drawers.

Toss the old greeting cards and calenders, especially those dated pre 911.

Rid my closets of clothes I wore in high school.

Clean off my desktop which I believe is oak.

Look, again, for the green decorative glass platter.

Take a nap.