First of all, I want to thank the Kroger employee or customer who found a notebook in a cart in the parking lot last week. It was a blue notebook with a silhouette of a dog on it. But inside that little notebook is my life: important reminders, upcoming appointments, a grocery list, a list of things to do both short and long-term, and ideas for upcoming events are just a few of the things contained in there.
Although I realize all that information could be stored in my phone, it’s not. It’s all written down in the notebook. If you are savvy enough to be a digital person, just imagine my phone fell into the cart and I didn’t notice.
Then you can understand my dismay when I arrived home, unloaded four large totes of groceries and began a frantic rummaging through them for the notebook. It wasn’t in any of them, nor was it in the car’s trunk or the interior. A panicked call to Kroger and I discovered a good Samaritan had found and turned in the precious item.
Normally, I am not addlepated, though lately, it seems as though I have been a little more frazzled. Sometimes I will think of something to add to the list or to tell my husband and by the time I come downstairs, it’s fallen out of my head. I will occasionally walk into a room and not recall why.
But I’m not a person who typically loses things — not a purse, or keys, or a wallet. I have, on one occasion, left pop on the bottom of the cart and left that in the corral for carts, of course. After that incident, I always check the bottom of the cart.
Typically, as I shove the cart in the corral, I eyeball it to make sure there’s nothing in there (a glove or what have you) that I might have missed. This time, I must have been distracted, because while the notebook is not particularly large — it is bright blue. With a big dog on it.
How did I miss it? Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that forgetfulness is a worry. If you’re 20 or 30 something and you forget or lose something, you can shrug it off. Even in your forties, a lost key or a forgotten appointment is just chalked up to a busy lifestyle. Sometime during your fifties, you start thinking if you forget something you are one step away from being “put away.”
I think I may be overreacting to the notebook incident. I did forget it, but compared to the extraordinary number of things every day that I actually remember, it’s a drop in the bucket. A book in the cart, that’s all. I’ve decided not to worry about it anymore.
My guess is that in a day or two, I won’t remember that it happened, anyway. So I want to thank the person who found it before I forget I lost it.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at a local elementary school and Hospice and keeps busy taking care of house, husband, son, and pets. She lives just outside of Troy, Ohio.