Apparently I am swimming in it. The Sea of Forgetfulness.
Last week I took the wrong exit on the way to work. I took a look around and thought, “where in the world am I?” Who knew the exit before my exit could look so entirely different, as though I had entered a foreign country. But that’s not slated for another 3 weeks.
Two days ago I told my mechanic that the “maintenance required” light was on, and another “funny light with a strange shape.” Would this be a problem for my upcoming 15 hr round trip journey over the weekend to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary? I was told my dip stick was dry. Wow, I don’t just let anyone talk to me like that. I forgot to add oil to the car. I guess that’s important.
Yesterday I waited and waited for my carpool partner to pick me up. When I finally couldn’t bear it anymore, I called her to find out where she was. She answered the phone and said, “Are you coming?” Kind of desperately. I guess it was me who was supposed to be picking her up. Who knew? Not me.
Today I locked my carpool partner’s keys in her own car. While her car was in the loading dock. Because I needed boxes for packing.
Then I told someone I’d give them a brain dip, instead of a brain dump. This is the second use of the word dip in two days. Dip stick. Brain dip. I think they are related.
My life is one big brain dip these days. Dip because there is a very shallow amount of available space for things like, well, work. And remembering to pick up my carpool partner.
Have I lost my mind? From the looks of people when I tell them about our trip…yes. From the recent misadventures of Lori Brown….yes.
I have no ill-conceived ideas this will change until I get on the plane. I just hope I don’t forget to get on.