I am generally lost in thought. I am daydreaming, or making to-do lists, or otherwise mentally preoccupied. This can be a helpful feature — on long drives, when mucking deep bedding or shoveling gravel for hours, or at any time when it’s nice to be able to switch off one’s attention.
Unfortunately, I often forget to switch that attention back on. I misplace everything. Over this vacation I have mislaid my work gloves, my iPod Shuffle, and my cell phone. I’ve found the gloves. The rest remain mysteriously vanished.
My husband has given me the same patient, encouraging lecture for thirty years. “If you could just make yourself put your purse in the same place each time you come into the house —”
He is a different breed. The poor man doesn’t realize that I don’t always notice coming into the house.