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.