Where are my keys? Car?

Where are my Keys? Car?

Now when I leave the house to go any where I usually take a personal inventory of the vital things I need to take with me such as: sunglasses, keys, wallet, cell phone, Tylenol, Advil, other appropriate meds where applicable, ball cap, jacket, or dress code according to variable weather conditions, water, Pedialyte, other food items according to duration of travel, umbrella and toothbrush, just in case you never know and maybe a change of underwear.  You know just the usual stuff.  I have a mental check list which I often forget and therefore often forget to bring the right things.  I have often thought about having a written check list perhaps on a official looking clipboard, but I never follow through on that because it just seems like so much effort.  I often worry about losing or misplacing things, like my car for example.  I hate when I misplace my car.  I did that for the first time in Victoria and I was still in my forties.  I had an absolute panic feeling about what I had done, not so much that I couldn’t find my car because of course I eventually did it was more about if I am doing this at age forty-something what will happen when I am my current age of 74?  I may not only lose a car but never find it again and then how would I even explain that and worse how would I get home.  I don’t even have an Uber app and don’t know the bus routes.  In the Victoria case as it turns out I left it in a parking garage but there were several such garages and then to find the right one and then which floor was actually quite a challenge.  The most embarrassing part was which car was I driving that day.  It was the grey one, no I didn’t know the license plate, or make and model for that matter.  When I finally approached the car with stealth because I felt somehow, I was being watched. I felt shame and guilt, my hands were sweaty on the steering wheel and I nearly backed into another car which was backing out behind me at the same time.  Now when I park in a car park like at international airports, or any place larger than a Victoria car park I take a picture of the parking spot…C27, level 4 near the elevator, then I worry what if I lose or misplace my cell phone or worse leave it in the car.  I may never see either ever again, or the car is stolen and ends op in Dubai with my sunglasses, Tylenol, wallet, Advil and other appropriate meds, water and my wardrobe for travel. If my Pedialyte is also gone I could dehydrate and achieve electrolyte imbalance. It’s a constant dilemma and getting old is just starting to suck.

 

Marty