I do try, really, but sometimes things just disappear. I have a wonderful rain jacket, which is very useful, especially if the hood is attached. I decided to unattach the hood as it was not raining and it always made a sort of bulk around my neck. Sometimes you just need a rain jacket even if it is not raining, but the idea is to wear it when it rains to keep yourself dry. We have a place where we keep all sorts of odds and sods (as my mum said) with caps, baseball hats, hats, scarves, strange purses and other things to wear that you never really need, but order must be. Every one has a space for the leftovers, the lost property, the ones that got away. Unfortunately the bits that get away from me I do not find again.
Somehow I have a faint memory of putting the hood somewhere special. Unfortunately this special place has not yet been found. It seems I will have to again remove everything from the lost property, unwanted bits and pieces shelf. Pehaps I put it there after all. It is very time consuming when the monsoon rains arrive on the horizon and you have to go somewhere. There is nothing worse then getting a wet head of hair and everything dripping. How could I lose such an important part of my dress
Although I noticed that I am not alone as the person that forgets. There was an occasion when I visited my washing room which is in the basement. It is naturally organised, everything has its place. We are Swiss after all. Ok, to be quite honest it was a complete mess until about two years ago when I had the walls painted and a tiled floor put in. It was bare brick and messy before I had that done. Even a mouse strayed in once from the outside and found it a nice comfortable place to bury himself in during the winter. We even now have our wine cellar at the bottom on the righthand side. So I tranferred my wash to the appartment from this washing room paradise and met three socks on my way. Not my socks, of course, it is the job of Mr. Swiss to sort socks due to his turnover in wearing them. I am mainly bare foot at home and only wear socks if I am allowed to go anywhere. I do not like nylon stocks as they feel uncomfortable on my feet, especially when wearing shoes.
When I left the lift (I had to travel one floor) I was confronted with three socks laying on the floor. They were not even pairs, just three odd socks. Now this was disorder at its utmost. I was puzzled, and checked my wash, but it was a white wash, the one with the underpants, vests and well I do not have to go into detail now do I. In any case it had absolutely nothing to do with feet or socks. I was confused. Three lonely socks laying on the ground. Being orderly I picked them up and laid them over the banister of the stair case. Of course I consulted Mr. Swiss. He examined the socks and declared himself not guilty. All his socks, and my son’s socks, were not searching for the other sock, they had paired themselves up with their partner. We deduced from this mysterious event, that someone in the house had dropped three socks and not noticed. The socks remained at least three days on the staircase and suddenly they disappeared. No-one asked questions or even thanked me for rescuing the socks. Perhaps I should have pinned a notice on them “found by Mrs. Angloswiss”, but I did not want to cause any annoyance. I came to the conclusion that there are a lot of unorderly people in the world.
I have discovered that becoming a golden oldie also brings its problems with order, but we have so many helpers today. We can organise our lives with computers, iPhones, iPads and make lists of all kinds. I even have a notice to remind me, with a signal tone of course, that on 31st May I must give my orchids fertiser which happens every three months. At the beginning of August I should make an appointment with my dentist. These important landmarks in my life would be forgotten were it not for the modern cybernetics of life. If Mr. Swiss goes to the suprmarket and has to buy something for me that he does not know or would recognise, just a simple photo with my iPhone camera helps him with recognition.
And now I must go, there is a rain jacket hood waiting to be re-discovered, if only I could remember where I put it.
Daily Prompt: Orderly, at least I try