04 November 2014

Oh what a day it was, it really was....

This post will tell you how easy it is for the brain to do a somersault and come down on the wrong side of logic. It really gives you a turn when THAT happens.

First let me set the scene.

Imagine a fairly narrow road with bungalows on each side, each one having a small front garden and a driveway for parking cars. Then imagine the inconvenience when jobs have to be done and big wagons need to fill the road. Okay, I realise that’s not too bad, but when gas companies decide to replace the ancient gas pipes that run the length of the road, beneath the pavements on which we walk, it is utter chaos. Each house had a huge deep hole outside their drive inside which workmen replaced old pipes with sparkling new yellow ones, at least that was what I was told. However, the piccy I took shows that the only yellow pipe was a short one that joined one pipe to another! Meanwhile residents struggled to get cars off drives and onto the road. It wasn’t so much the holes that hindered us but the big barricades erected to prevent accidents and the huge wagons – see pictures below.
and there's more

The driver of the fancy van gave me a smile

Oooh look, the hole has been filled. All we want now are the final touches courtesy of the Tarmac  layers so that life can get back to normal. 
But let me get back to the story.

We are a two-car family and our drive is wide enough to park cars side-by-side, that is, until the hole was dug and I had to get the car through a much smaller space. It was okay going out, but getting back in was a nightmare. I have scratches on the car to prove it. I am a confident driver but this almost threw me. The solution was for Joe to park as near to the house as possible which gave me more room to manoeuvre. 

On the day in question I went on a simple shopping spree, i.e. quick visits to the butcher, the chemist, and the grocery store. On my return, I made a failed attempt to get on the drive. Well, no, that’s not strictly true… I did manage to park in front of Joe’s car. He’ll have to move back, I thought, as I went into the house. No problem, Joe came straight out, moved his car, and guided me round the barricade. Phew, what a relief. It was when I was getting out of the car that Joe asked me where my handbag and shopping was.

That’s when the brain did its acrobatic jump and memory loss took its place. I searched the car for the bags. Not there. I panicked. The bags must be in the store, I thought, those bags being the shopping and the handbag which contained money, credit cards, WI keys, and other valuable items. It meant I needed to retrace steps, or wheels, to find my treasures, desperately hoping I had dropped them in a store and some kind person handed them in. I felt sick with worry, I could feel perspiration on my brow; my hands were shaking but I had to get out there and find my belongings. I thought the worst, of course, imagining that the bags had dropped onto the floor and a passing thief had made off with them.

I was just about to drive off when I heard a voice. It was Joe, calling from his position by the front door, holding my handbag in his hand. You can imagine the relief. It left me feeling quite faint. Only then did I remember that I had gone into the house to get Joe to move his car. And I didn’t remember taking all the bags with me.

Is there any hope, I ask myself, or is this to start of a downwards slide?


  1. glad joe was watching out for, it happens...i have moments where i wonder, because i forget...

  2. "I felt sick with worry, I could feel perspiration on my brow; my hands were shaking but I had to get out there and find my belongings."

    And I would have reacted the same way, Valerie, because that is such a panicking feeling. Especially the thought of losing your wallet with credit cards and driver's license.

    And as you know from one of my past posts, I've been very forgetful myself lately. I can't even remember people's names - HA!

    And looking at the photographs of the construction holes reminded me of the times when our city has done the same thing. Not only is it a hassle for the automobile traffic, but also the pedestrian traffic because you can't cross the street and end up having to walk down another street to get to your destination.

    Glad to hear that Joe found your handbag :)

    Have a super day!

    X to you and Joe!

  3. Brian, you should be okay at YOUR age... smiles.

  4. Ron, losing valuables doesn't bear thinking about at the best of times but when you really think you HAVE it's a nightmare. Forgetfulness can normally be controlled (by several means) but a full blown panic is flippin' awful.

    Pedestrians have it worse. Drivers at least have the protection of their vehicles - and can move faster but the poor walkers just use up energy.

  5. Oh my goodness, what a day. I think it's more likely that you had all these roadworks to deal with and it just threw you and all conscious thought left the building, so to speak. It has happened to me. I'm so glad this had a good ending. I bet you could have kissed Jo and that you were in need of a good hot cup of tea after that?

  6. I feel for you. I've left my credit card holder on the counter of a local store twice this year - they kindly put it aside for me, and had it waiting when I went racing back.

  7. It seems to be always complicated when it should not be.

  8. Valerie I can sure see how that could have happened, I am right there with you as similar circumstances have happened with Cindy and I, I am actually glad that Joe solved the mystery before you left again.

    I hate searching the house over looking for my lost glasses which I cant see to find if they were actually lost, then I realize how clear the room looks...mystery solved.

  9. Denise, you could be right. My brain could have been addled because of the work going on around us.Thank you, I feel better now.... smiles.

  10. Hi Jimmy, forgetfulness I can understand if a period of time has elapsed but IMMEDIATELY.... duh!

    I had to smile at the thought of you looking all over the place for your glasses!

  11. It's amazing the things we do when we feel thrown y events. As long as you didn't find your handbag in the fridge, I'm sure you don't need to worry! :D

  12. OH, daily event with me some of the time... putting things down, moving them, forgetting. *sigh*

    We have a lot of road work around here, so I can understand what it might have been like for you. Seems like if it's not a neighborhood having work done, then a public highway is being repaired or a new development of some sort is going up. A lot of activity for our small state. LOL


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