Published on September 1, 2020
One of those days
Have you ever had one of those days? I did - the day when I had car keys made, brought them home, tried them out, went back to the house, and they were gone.
Then I began the famous process of recreating every movement I had made since I last saw them.
I came in the door and put car keys on the table in the entry foyer. I checked. The car keys were there, but not the new duplicates.
I grabbed my home phone to call my cell phone, which I had forgotten on the original trip. The cell phone rang, but now it was in my pocket. I then proceeded to the bedroom, where I had originally found the phone on the floor by the nightstand.
But the new set of car keys were not in the bedroom, so proceeded to the next step; went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The glass of water is there, but not the missing keys.
The next step was a trip to Lake Hardware, where I had gone to purchase a three-pronged adapter for an extension cord (one of four trips that resulted in an incorrect adapter). I went to the cash register and asked the attendant if anyone had seen any keys like this, and I dangled the original.
The cashier misunderstood and called over the ‘intercom for someone to make a key. I explained that I had two duplicates made and had “misplaced” them.
“Has anyone turned in lost keys?” I asked, hoping that the answer would solve my problem. Lo and Behold, someone found keys in the parking lot and turned them in.
Keys in hand, I returned home and tried to remember why I was looking for them in the first place. Then I decided to fix a sandwich for lunch and ate calmly while reflecting on the day so far.
After lunch, I went outside to see if the keys would work in the van door and ignition switch. I had done this earlier, but they worked again. I looked at the adapter on the extension cord and the three other incorrect adapters sitting by the correct one.
I needed to return them but decided to do that tomorrow. Another trip to the store would be demoralizing; tomorrow would suffice.
Chances are that you understand my day – one of those typical 2020 days. It’s the type of day that makes it wiser to buy food to go instead of cooking, because I can’t be sure what product my kitchen would produce.
This is that kind of day that makes me appreciate all the good ones. You can’t help but wonder if this is what having dementia is like (except I embarrassingly still knew all the people I had to revisit).
You can understand the anger and frustration sufferers of dementia experience.
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