Elayne Riggs' Journal (for Leah)

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Doctor Memory

White Rabbits! And boy, what a day it's been. Actually, this past two hours has seemed like a day. After Robin came to meet me at the bus stop and we walked home, I couldn't find my car keys when he wanted to get something out of the trunk (or the boot, to our English friends). I figured I'd put them on top of the used-to-be-wine-rack but is now a catch-all for newspapers and mail and my car key when I don't put it back in my hip pack. It was not there. Robin spent the next hour or so turning over everything in that general vicinity, looking through my jeans pockets, rummaging through every pocket of every jacket and sweater I was likely to wear during the last week. I spent it trying to figure out when to call a locksmith over the weekend so we could have a dupe made of both the key and its attached remote, but mostly just wracking my brain to try and remember where the key was. Because there are few things that fill me with more unexplained dread than not being able to remember something. I just... I just can't with the memory thing. Then on a hunch I checked the pants I'll be taking to the dry cleaner - and of course there was the key. And the moment I found it the memory returned; I suddenly recalled the exact circumstance that led to its being put in that pocket. And that was more of a relief to me than the actual finding of the key, if that makes any sense.

So, there you have it. My first post that's not a silly site in... well, ages. Blame it on Purim, which led to me thinking more and more about finishing Megillat Vashti and other writing projects. Can spring be far behind?

1 comments:

Kathy Pearlman said...

You certainly are lucky. I lost my car key in the house or right outside it 3 years ago.
It's either dropped into the phantom zone, or some raccoon is waiting to steal our car.