Again and Again

  

          It’s happened again.

            And again and again.

            I think it’s called confusion. Or not paying attention. Or perhaps just plain old getting older.

            Once again, I confused the tube of toothpaste and the tube of Preparation H. No, I won’t admit which way this happened.

            The frequency of such situations is increasing.  I walk around the house looking for my keys, only to realize after a frantic search that they are in my hand. 

            This happens with my glasses as well.  I move papers, books, pots, pans, towels sheets and more, then find the glasses on top of my head or in a pocket. 

            And the cell phone?  Oh, my goodness.  I believe it has feet and just walks away to trick me.  We have a home phone, i.e. land line, primarily for use as a fax, but I believe it has been used more often as a locator when I have to call my cell phone just to find it.

            Oh, and then it gets worse.  Later, I look at the cell phone and see that I have a missed call.  I check for a missed call, just to find it was my own call from the home phone! 

            And, by the way, I can tell you this: toothpaste seems to have certain healing properties!