oh where or where

There are those days on which I have to admit that I just might forget the occasional thing. Mostly, where I left my phone.

This morning, after planning on sleeping in, I was awake before six anyway. My bed is wonderfully cozy, my covers warm, the rain (yes! Rain!) is falling outside my window. And I am awake. Coffee would be good. Peet’s would be better, but rain? No, I don’t need to get wet to make a cup of coffee. We have a good coffee maker. Which I did and even thought about using the foamer to add a nice touch.

After dumping the last of the half&half and cleaning out the steamer, I made my second run at café-au-lait. This time with milk which was reasonably fresh, even accounting for the fact that it was the last portion in the container.  Armed with coffee, I head to the living room to settle in to stitch. But I need my phone. It is not in the kitchen, not in the living room. And not in the bedroom after taking it apart twice without waking George.

Giving up, I head back into the bedroom once more and grab my iPad which will take decent pictures in a pinch. There are four steps down from the bedroom to the entry hall, then another two into the living room. As I go to sit down, I notice a bit of pressure from my right, rear jeans pocket.

Just like on the ship, I had tucked my phone into a pocket…..

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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6 Responses to oh where or where

  1. AlisonH says:

    We’re scheduled for 2.13″ rain Sunday. Stay safe out there. But isn’t it glorious to have rain again.

  2. ron says:

    Forgetting where you parked your car at a shopping center is nothing to worry about.

    Forgetting that you even have a car is far more serious.

    Or so I was told.

    The same applies to phones.

  3. Cat says:

    couldn’t find my sun glasses yesterday – although they were actually where they should have been (that is, in the front pocket of my rucksack). It happens!

    • Holly says:

      Well, I managed to find the pair that was on my face, and an extra pair to take along on this trip. Now where are my new glasses…..

  4. Holly I can relate! I get the, what is your husband s social all the time. And it is even worse for me since I m single! And then when I say I m the military member, I normally get, YOU RE in the military!!! As if this is the early 19 and a woman in the military is something so rare you want to call over all you friends to look and stare. I could understand this reaction from my civilian doctor offices, but from the VA?! Forget the Women s Clinic s and all that, just teach their employees that all women that walk into the VA are not spouses! That might have been the better start.

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