Last night I was cooking up “refrigerator pasta,” throwing leftover everything into a skillet to toss with linguini. While the pasta was boiling I went out to the spare refrigerator in the garage for a wedge of Parmesan cheese. Minutes later, grater in hand, I swear I couldn’t find that cheese anywhere. I looked and I looked; I went back out to the garage several times, I cleared the counters, peeked under the table, then started huffing and swearing in exasperation because the linguini was now drained and getting gummy. Finally Jacques found it, outside, sitting innocently on a patio chair.
Usually when I find a lost item in a strange location I slap my forehead and say “Of course, I put it down when the phone rang/the dog got out/the guests knocked etc.,” but this time I have no clue. I remember taking it out of the fridge, but nothing after that. I wasn’t drinking (yet), the phone didn’t ring, the dog was sleeping, Jacques was in the tub, and no one dropped by. All I can figure is that after I left the garage, I simply placed the cheese on the chair and come back inside.
Do I have multiple personality disorder? Is this my first genuine senior moment? Are my loved ones conspiring to make me believe I’m going insane? Who in their right mind would put a piece of Parmesan on the patio and leave it there?
The chair has already been renamed “The Cheese Chair,” and so far, the answer to "Have you seen my_____" has been "Have you looked on The Cheese Chair?" I think it will be a while before I live this one down.
Usually when I find a lost item in a strange location I slap my forehead and say “Of course, I put it down when the phone rang/the dog got out/the guests knocked etc.,” but this time I have no clue. I remember taking it out of the fridge, but nothing after that. I wasn’t drinking (yet), the phone didn’t ring, the dog was sleeping, Jacques was in the tub, and no one dropped by. All I can figure is that after I left the garage, I simply placed the cheese on the chair and come back inside.
Do I have multiple personality disorder? Is this my first genuine senior moment? Are my loved ones conspiring to make me believe I’m going insane? Who in their right mind would put a piece of Parmesan on the patio and leave it there?
The chair has already been renamed “The Cheese Chair,” and so far, the answer to "Have you seen my_____" has been "Have you looked on The Cheese Chair?" I think it will be a while before I live this one down.