I had plans to go out and put on my sunhat. Then I was searching for my sunglasses. I have two pairs and one pair was in plain sight while the other pair, which I wanted to wear, was hidden. I searched and searched and finally found it. Then I thought, now I need my hat. I was searching for that for a few minutes until I realized I was wearing it.
That reminded me of the time I had taken a commuter bus to visit a friend. I was wearing a wool hat she had knitted. When it was time to go, we said our goodbyes, and I got back on the bus. Suddenly, I thought, my hat is missing. I asked the people on the bus if they had seen it. They looked on their seats and the floor. I got off the bus and looked in my friend’s car. I searched the sidewalk. The bus driver had to leave. I felt sad thinking that I would have to go without my friend’s hat. I walked up the bus stairs. As I turned to say goodbye to my friend, I happened to touch my head. There was my hat.
Today I went biking with my bf. We drove to another town. I was wearing my sunhat and sunglasses in the car. When I got out of the car, I left my hat behind. I immediately thought, I must remember to put on my sunglasses. My hand touched my bike jacket’s chest pocket. I felt their hard plastic frames and removed the sunglasses. I attempted to put them on. I couldn’t. I was already wearing them.
I recently turned 50. It’s a lot like 49, except more … something.The correct word has flown out of my head.
I’ll move on to other things.
Tuesday I planned to go to the pool. I needed my sunglasses. They weren’t where I had left them, in their special corner. I searched under my jackets, on my bookshelf, inside my waist pack. No sunglasses. I knew they weren’t in my knapsack, but peered inside anyway. No sunglasses. I wore their understudy–my old pair. They were happy to be next in line. When I returned, I looked some more. Under my jackets, in my waist pack. No sunglasses. I knew they weren’t in my knapsack, but felt around beneath the plastic bags. And lo! there they were.
All was well.
Then Wednesday came along and I decided to make tea. I filled the kettle with water, turned on the burner, put tea in my mug. Sat down at the table. When the water boiled, I poured it into my mug. Since the water was too hot to drink, I left the room to get my book. The thought of reading my mystery while drinking tea made me feel cozy. When I returned to the kitchen, I glanced at the tea kettle. No flame beneath it. I must have forgotten to turn on the stove again. How could I make tea without boiling the water? I turned on the gas. I waited. When the water boiled, I turned off the gas, picked up the kettle, and was about to pour it into my mug, when I had an aha moment.
By the way, that word I forgot earlier?