A Watch Hunt

I wish I knew where my watch is. I have looked under the bed and even stripped the bed. I shook out the blankets and the sheets. No watch.

I have moved everything on the bathroom vanity where I often carelessly toss it before I take a bath. No watch.

I have checked the pockets of everything I have had on in the last day, pants and jackets. Maybe it came undone and fell in a pocket. Nope. No watch.

My husband is sort of used to me losing things. He has been on ‘The Great Cell Phone Hunt’ several times. When I told him I had lost my watch his comment was “Really? What a surprise.” Smart Ass.

The simple fact of the matter? I am a slob. I am a piler. One of the major reasons – or at least a contributing factor – for my becoming a professional and not a domestic goddess is I hate to clean.

Now it is not the worst I have seen. Just about the worst was during a home visit on which I saw multiple piles of dried dog feces on the living room floor. No, it is not of the dried dog poop standard, but it ain’t good.

I like to have my ‘stuff’. Stuff ends up in piles. Things get lost in piles of V.I.S. – That’s Very Important Stuff, by the way.

When I was fully sighted I could dig through piles of V.I.S. and find what I was looking for. Now I may sort past what I am looking for and have not a clue it is there.

People are making ‘casual’ suggestions. Maybe I should get rid of some of my V.I.S. Maybe I should get better organized. Would it not be great to know where everything is? Let’s hear it for organization? Hmmmm

Right now there are a lot of ways I am working on inventing the ‘new me’. Not really liking it, but I have to keep ‘turning my mind’ (DBT concept alert!) and accepting that things have changed. Some of the changes I am being forced to make are minor and some of them are closer to the core. Intellectually – and as a DBT teacher – I know that I should work on accepting reality and changing attitudes and habits to meet that new reality. I also know that it is really hard to do at times. That is especially true when the changes have to be with things that are pretty close to the core self. After all, I have been a slob for 62 years and I kind of like it.

So I will ‘turn my mind’ and make some of the necessary changes. Later. Right now it appears I need another watch!

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  1. I am going through this big time, Sue. I just dropped my “sticker” on the floor and cannot find it. I heard it hit the floor, but where? It’s black. The floor is kind of off white. I have to have it to check my blood sugar. I’m a slob when it comes to my kitchen table. My car is still sitting in my parking place. I have yet to make an effort to sell it. Two harps sit in my living room that I will never play for anyone again. I can deal well with diabetes, but I am not accepting the fact that my eyesight is going to get worse–not better. I have spent my entire life learning how to do new things. 81 years. Now I must learn how to give a lot of them up. Becoming bitter is not what I want to become.

    1. From Sue: Yvonne, I applaud your resolution not to become bitter. Loss, depression and bitterness often go together, but they are not helpful in the long run. With a history of always learning things and improving, you, I believe, can master this VIP (visually impaired person) nonsense as well. Remember, sometimes glory is not in the victory, it is in the battle. Keep fighting.
      From Linda: Yvonne, it’s never too late to learn new things or new ways to do things! I agree with Sue: “Keep fighting!”

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