The interesting, but frustrating, thing that happened to me began with a call from my daughter Friday, giving me an important business number to call for her tomorrow, Monday, as she hospitalized and undergoing surgery and would not be able to make the call herself. It is a call to her business associate to relate information she needs for a presentation she is scheduled to make Tuesday morning.
Today, while visiting my daughter, who was heavily sedated, but had emerged from surgery successfully, she managed to remind me of the call which I assured her was a “done deal.” After returning home, I went to get the number to put it on the refrigerator to be sure it would be handy tomorrow but I could not find it. I could not remember where I had put it.
Glad that I had plenty of time to search for it, I looked everywhere and after about an hour, felt an uncomfortable surge of panic. I backtracked everywhere in my house and looked even in places where I knew it could not possibly be. I decided to just sit down and calmed myself. I thought hard about where I could have placed it. There are only so many places I recall being and yet, I could not find it in those places. Then, I remembered something important. She had called when I was in the midst of eating. I had sat my plate aside to write down the information she was giving me. After hanging up with her, I put the note on top of the book shelf. Apparently, eager to get back to eating, I hastily placed it there and it had slipped behind the books.