Losing things

I’m the first to admit that I’m quite prone to losing things – typically, my reading glasses.   Something comes up, and I whip them off and put them down on a nearby surface without really thinking.    I’ve tried to train myself to make a mental note that I’ve done this, but it still sometimes occurs.

At least, in the case of glasses, I can generally re-trace my steps and locate them.  However, recently I did the same thing with the car keys.  I had taken something out of the car, and then, distractedly, saw that there was something else in the garage that needed to be done.   In hindsight, I still had the keys in my hand from locking the car, and for some reason, put them down in an obscure location instead of in my pocket.

Needless to say, when I became aware the next day that I didn’t have the keys, I went into panic mode,  but to no avail.  I retraced my steps several times, but … nothing.  Only when S came to my aid, and pieced together what I had been doing in the garage (very smart detective work!) did she locate them – in an obscure corner, and to my great relief.