Now what was I doing?

We all have those moments when we forget what we were going to say or do, and nine times out of ten it stays forgotten because it has completely gone from our minds.

Hubby and I are having more and more moments like that, and refer to them as Boat moments. Originally it was blonde or CRAFT moments, but ‘boat’ suited us well because by the time we had walked the 30 feet from one end to the other, we’d forgotten why.
This was us berthed opposite the Royal Theatre in Stratford Upon Avon on our last trip.

We’ve just got back from our second walk, though I couldn’t remember if it was our third, or Hubby’s third as he went on his own, but that was yesterday.
The days merge into each other, and if it wasn’t for my Today Is…………. posts, I’d have no idea what day or month it was.
Before Covid lockdowns and restrictions, we didn’t do much anyway really, but we would have impromptu field trips or go shopping often. We had a set routine and Maggie, bless her, would keep us to it. We’d walk her three or four times a day, sometimes more, regardless of the weather, and 9 pm saw her take herself to bed.

Routine is important to a lot of people, and I have known some go into a panic if something is out of kilter, they are running late, or an item is mislaid, even if it is a simple thing like a pen.
Tonight, I put my phone in my pocket ready for our walk, then couldn’t find it. I had two pockets in my joggers, two in my cardy and two in my coat, but my phone could not be felt in any of them. The normal places were checked, lounge, handbag, bedroom, kitchen, to no avail, and I patted down, thrust hands in, and poked all 6 pockets, coming up empty handed. The final resort is for Hubby to call me on his mobile and we follow the ring tone.
One last check, and there was my phone in my left hand jogger pocket, so Hubs saved 10p on a phone call. Don’t ask why I didn’t feel it ten minutes previously.
I’m used to losing my thread in conversation, especially when someone interrupts or talks over me. Best then for me to shut up and listen, hoping whatever it was is important enough to come back to me. Usually it doesn’t.
Several times today I have left the room to do something, gone ten steps and wondered why. I am drinking endless cups of tea because that always seems a safe bet as to why I’m on my feet, but even then I’ve let it get cold so heat it in the microwave, only to forget it.

Hubby reckons it’s lack of stimulation, as I get up, do the necessary, have breakfast, go for a walk, get a meal, then settle down to check emails and my blog.
I shall be glad when we have a furry lodger, but our friend hasn’t had a date for her op yet.
The car search has been an interesting, though frustrating exercise, but there is so much you can check out on the internet, and for a nominal fee, you can get reports to show fraud, write offs, mileage checks, value, MOTs, outstanding finance, number of owners etc.

I find though that my interest in things is waning. I know I’m tired as I haven’t been sleeping well and not one to cat nap during the day. I’m confident it will sort itself out in time, but at the moment, I am extremely sluggish, and if I’m brutally honest with myself, things are just too much effort.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Now what was I doing?

  1. colinandray says:

    Hi Di – It may not be any consolation, but most people I know have similar memory issues etc.. Perhaps I should get some younger friends and hope that their more efficient mental processes will migrate to my brain? πŸ™‚

  2. murisopsis says:

    You are not alone~ Sparky had to have me call him and then not 2 hours late it was reversed! I’m considering getting a phone wallet that hangs around my neck to keep track of the thing!

    • Hubby’s like that with his glasses. There are about four pairs dotted around the house and two more in the car, but he can never find the right pair.

  3. Steve Tanham says:

    Loved that the length of the boat became the β€˜unit’ of forgetfulness, Di. Still chuckling!

  4. Don’t feel bad, I have those moments too. The news is depressing. The national news is hitting all the shootings. There have been one most days.

  5. Sleeping poorly hits home. So with you on that.

  6. I find walking around looking for things or trying to remember what I was doing a very good way to get my exercise and rack up the Fitbit steps

  7. I believe we call it Covid fog. It’s too much of the same old thing to stay focused.

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