Yesterday was P's and my ten-year anniversary. (No, that's not what the post title is referring to!) We celebrated with gifts and dinner out at one of our favorite Indian restaurants. I had the "Indian pot pie" special -- lamb and vegetables on a puff pastry crust -- and P had Kalonji Chicken. It was yummy. And we're pretty sure we haven't been there in a couple of years! It may have even been for an anniversary past... It's crazy to think it has been ten years. That means Cole is also about ten (we got him shortly after we started dating). That makes me sad. But cats live a long time, right? That also means we've been in Chicago for about half of our relationship.
Yesterday was also memorable for another reason. This is where the post title comes in. I managed to lose my keys somewhere in our condo. I'm not really sure how that's possible. We're not hoarders. It's not as though there are innumerable places the keys could be. Pockets of the shorts I changed out of? Nope. Bottom of the litter box scoopings we threw away? Nope (and thanks to P for looking in that bag!) I even looked in the freezer. Still nothin'. I know they are inside. I needed them to get back into the building after letting Fergie out. In the five minutes between when I came back inside and we left for dinner, they vanished.
So today, after looking in all the same places again, I went to the hardware store to get some copies made. On my way there, I started panicking about the cost to replace my car key. In my mind, it was playing out a lot like it did in Denver when J lost her only set of keys somewhere between the bar and the car (which was about 100 feet away from the exit). Lucky for me, my dealer was nice enough to give me three sets of car keys. Also lucky for me -- I keep important things like that safely locked up in my fire proof safe. You taught me well, Dad!
This kind of thing doesn't happen to me. I'm anal about where I put things, especially those things that are always in my pockets. I don't think I've ever misplaced my keys. This leads me to one of two possible (and logical) conclusions. Either I have Early Alzheimer's (something I've assumed I have since seeing a story about it 15 years ago on "20/20"), or we have a ghost. I'm hoping for the ghost.
5 comments:
HOPING for a ghost? I'm not sure I would have ever pictured you wishing for that, but I guess under the circumstances... Do you think you left them in the door?
Also--CONGRATS on the ten years! It's quite an accomplishment of which you should both be very proud.
And Cole isn't old. He just acts it.
Also, kudos on finding the 20/20 story.
I was rather impressed that I could find the story! Seriously though... EAlz haunts me.
Also, the keys WERE in the door. When I came upstairs and realized I didn't have them (all within about 5 minutes, or so), I immediately went back downstairs to look in the door. They weren't there. So then our neighbor emailed really late last night to say he found them, took them, and was putting them on the cork board inside the door. He waited A DAY AND A HALF to send that email. Ugh.
Also, I know. I'm particularly fond of ghosts myself. But ghosts are WAY more tolerable than losing all my memories! Well, unless it's a poltergeist or some sort of demon, I guess.
To clarify, I'd rather it be a ghost if it's a nice ghost that just wants a friend or help crossing over. If the ghost has an attitude or wants to hurt me, then I guess I'd rather have EAlz. Although, having to choose is kind of sucky. Can ghosts read blogs, do you think?
Can I just say that I knew all along that David did NOT lose them in the condo! He was so MEAN about it (happy anniversary), insistent that he had to have them to get in. Mmm hmm...
Also, one piece of the story that is missing - just prior to this we had 3 beers each at Sofo which now hosts Doggy Days (sorry, Fergie, there was only one other dog there for your first time and he wasn't into you). So I would like to think that alcohol had something to do with it.
Post a Comment