Safe Places

are those locations where you tuck away things too important to lose. Those critical things you don’t need on a daily basis but absolutely need to be able to find when you need them. Obviously wallets and keys don’t fall into this concern. Those are found, misplaced and hunted for by many on a close to daily basis. In my case it doesn’t even include my passport as that lives in my wallet as a side effect of living OCONUS and traveling for so many years.

I am talking about where you may tuck the family documents – those birth and death certificates, marriage licenses, school transcripts/diplomas which, as my son discovered, you do need on a blue moon. His need was related to getting his driving permit. The Oakland DMV wanted two IDs. They were happy with his school ID but didn’t want to take his passport as a second form of ID. Yes, you read that right – the woman at the counter wasn’t sure that was official ID and asked him if he could bring in a birth certificate. We have one, tucked in an appropriately labeled document protector in a binder. Which was in a box in my studio. He found it and decided to go to El Cerrito DMV instead where the gentleman just shook his head and used the passport.It has a picture. Anyone could present a birth certificate….

Safe places – right. There is no such thing as a safe place (outside of a real safe) in a domicile that is hit by professionals. Not if they have a few hours in which to search all drawers and cupboards as we found out to our chagrin about a year ago in Heidelberg.

But I can tuck something away so safely that I can’t find it.

Take, for example, my small Canon D20. It is waterproof. A great size, it fits in my hand and has a cord with chinch so that you can manage to snorkel or dive without running a high risk of dropping the thing. It even has a great color adjustment underwater setting. It went with me on my last round the world jaunt which is why I just knew it had to be in the house somewhere. Tucked away in a safe place. Last weekend, before setting out for the American River I went looking for it. Took apart my camera equipment bags completely but it didn’t turn out. I found a few other things, but neither the D20 or extra memory chips. (Extras are always good, only thing worse than having your camera battery die without remembering to bring your charger is to have a chip give up when you don’t have any more…). Couldn’t find it. Looked in all the usual suspect places which are actually limited in this new house. Not in the closets, studio, drawers.

I gave up and resumed the search before we drove to the Trinity River thinking it would be really nice to bring along a camera which didn’t have to stay in a waterproof bag. Again, no such luck. I am now getting pretty discouraged. Canon doesn’t make this model anymore. In fact most of the major manufactures don’t bother as the Go-Pro has really overwhelmed the market.

This morning, after George left for the airport (DC three days of meetings) I started cleaning up the bedroom. Pushed the bed back from when the window frames were being painted. Picked up “stuff” from the floor and then tackled the small table I use as a night stand.

see that cord?...

see that cord?…

The one hanging down right next to my OysterCard folder because one always has to be ready to travel the London Underground. The poppet was made in last fall’s Suez trip knitting group. The only thing that would make my “safe place” more obvious would be if it was resting on top of a towel..

pulling on the cord

pulling on the cord

gave me a small bit of hope. I have two small pocket cameras. This was obviously one of them. The other has obviously found it’s own safe and comfortable nest.

and there it is!

and there it is!

It still has photos not downloaded. The battery works. Wheee!

Now where should I put it so that it is safe till I need it the next time?

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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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15 Responses to Safe Places

  1. Vicki says:

    Had to laugh when I got your email. I have put at least a thousand things in a “safe” place, only to realize when I need it, I haven’t the faintest clue just where that safe place was! Glad it’s not just me

    • Ruth says:

      Safe places…humph! There was the year the kids were living in Hawaii…clever mom saw a cheap Dvd player, bought it, put it in a safe place until Christmas….several months later repeated same procedure….face palm on reaching “safe place” with second unit. 🙂

      • Holly Doyne says:

        Oh yes. I used to have a shelf where I put things for “just in case.” Those times when a kid says – I need X this afternoon or I found I wasn’t going to be home at the exact time. That shelf accumulated bargains. Sometimes also more than one of the same thing…

  2. Kathy says:

    Your refrigerator.

    • Holly says:

      Eek! When that starts to happen I am going for the Alzheimer’s testing and hanging up the license!

  3. Diana says:

    How about in one of the camera bags? Too obvious, I guess 😮 )

    • Holly says:

      So obvious that the camera bags were the first, second, third and fourth places I looked. Just couldn’t believe I hadn’t put the small cameras there.

  4. Alison says:

    Yay! You found it! Now, was my laptop hiding in there too?

  5. Stu says:

    Any idea where the charger is?

    • Holly says:

      actually yes. The charger for that camera is in the bag with all the other chargers. Except for one. In that case I have the camera but the charger has not been seen since the move…

  6. Christiane says:

    Sorry to tell you, I was laughing so hard, Egbert asked what is going on ! Publish it, it will be a bestseller!!!!

  7. Holly says:

    I take it, he doesn’t lose things?

  8. Vicki says:

    Yup. Has absolutely nothing to do with age, smile.

  9. “Seeing life through Holly’s eyes is a wonderful and altering experience–her perspectives are fresh, sometimes brash and often irreverent. This is fascinating reading!” Acknowledgements—none of us who deploy or go downrange can easily or comfortably do it without the support of our family and friends

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