A month or so ago, my husband was driving on the freeway when the dashboard lights began flashing. He immediately drove home and made an appointment with a mechanic (because it’s always something, right?).
He enlisted me to help him deliver the car to the mechanic, so within a week we headed to the shop realizing only when entering the mechanic’s parking lot that we had forgotten his car. That’s right. He was in my car with me as we drove together to drop off his car.
Neither of us noticed this error. What is wrong with us? Have the events of the past five years (two moves, one pandemic, three different pastorates for him and four different jobs for me) finally taken their toll?
We might be losing it but at least I didn’t unpack fully so it’ll be easier to move all our earthly belongings three miles up the road on March 10, our Official Moving date. I’m looking forward to unpacking and finally finding everything that I’ve lost since June. Maybe even, my brain.
I can’t wait though I am full of the kind of dread that is giving me nightmares that involve performing music that I have never practiced.
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I do a lot of absent-minded things, but that is the best yet.
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I don’t know which would be better for me to tell you… O, good, I’m not alone; or, Rest assured, you’re not alone! I cannot believe the number of times I’m forgetting things lately. So much so that I find myself asking my husband how to get where I’m supposed to be going or what did we see yesterday or where is that store or…
So… be encouraged, things will likely begin to smooth out when you start ‘making it home’ on March 10th.
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