There I was, just getting ready for bed and doing all the usual stuff. One of the usuals is to scrub my partial plate. I take those two teeth out, scrub them till they sparkles, and when I am done with everything, I pop it back in….zap.
Last night there was no partial. Where could it be? I looked everywhere. G looked everywhere which included the car and truck and driveway and everywhere I had looked too. I had decided on the passive method of searching and pulled out my backup partial. G began to search anew. Oh, these were unhappy moments in the Geezer household.
As I walked toward my side of the bed, I saw something seemingly, lumpily out of place on the nightstand. There they were.
“I found them,” I called down into the dark of the driveway. I followed that with, “I’m loosing it. Really losing it.” For I’d not put them in from the night before.
I’m hoping that you too have had moments like these.
- Himself: Fed cats. “Had subrogation work to do….and lunch, and laundry…oh, such a busy, busy day.”
- Herself: Talked with Bee. She’s argumentative again. Having a dying husband and a dying mother at the same time will do that with one. Planned menus, grocery shopped, shouldda done more housekeeping, and read in bed.
- Reading: Fodor’s Washington DC. Fascinating. We will never get to do a fraction of the things listed.
- Balance: Dinner by the bay.