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…..
We’re scheduled for 2.13″ rain Sunday. Stay safe out there. But isn’t it glorious to have rain again.
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.
Snerk! Now it it wasn’t black when it was out of the case….
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!
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…..
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.