Where is it?


I misplace my phone often:  in the car, under the newspaper, under the quilt on my bed. I used to have a landline, so I could call my phone, but I cut off that service in a money-saving effort. I do have a “Where’s my iPhone?” app, but I don’t have any other Apple devices, so that app doesn’t work.

Previously, when I’d lost my phone, I’d go to neighbors and ask them to call my phone. This was cumbersome but effective. Last fall I found out about The Tile. It’s a small device to put on a key ring. If you lose your keys, you open the app on the phone and it will make the tile beep, so you can find your keys. Even better, if you misplace your phone, you can tap twice on the tile, and it will ring your phone, even it’s on mute or vibrate. (It won’t work if the phone is completely turned off.) This device has saved me oodles of time.

When I was growing up, I remember that my mother was constantly losing her purse or keys. This was decades before she suffered from dementia. She had so much on her mind all the time that she never noted where she put the keys or her purse. My father was her “Tile.” He would find her phone or purse for her. He bought several devices, from the ads on the back pages of the New York Times Magazine, but none worked well enough to find her purse or keys.

And it’s not only my phone I misplace. Every year there are at least four or five items that I misplace between the cabin and my condo in Scottsdale. Currently, I’m at a loss as the whereabouts of the second set of flannel sheets and the sweaters, turtlenecks and winter nightgowns that I stored with them. I looked in every white garbage bag, suitcase and container in my storage shed, but no luck. Louie, my dog, is not helpful in finding these things. This is one of the few instances when I wish I lived with someone who could remind me where I stored things.

The other thing that drives me nuts is looking for an object I’ve seen recently, like my passport or a prescription refill. I know it’s in my house somewhere, but I have no idea where. Sometimes this sends me into a frenzy. On occasion, I have found the item I’m looking for in the garbage.

That reminds me of when my older daughter, Emily, was twelve and lost her dental retainer for the second time. She told me when I arrived home from work. When I questioned her about the last time she’d remembered wearing it, she promptly said, “At lunch in the cafeteria, I put it in a napkin and put it on my tray.” By now, the school was closed for the day. I drove us to the back of the school where the dumpsters were. Luckily, they hadn’t been emptied. I made Emily get in the dumpster and look for her retainer. Miracle of miracles, she found it! Then she shoved it right back in her mouth. Yuck! I wanted her to bathe it in mouthwash before she put it in her mouth. She smiled and was happy that she’d saved me two hundred dollars.

I think I have a project for next April, when I open my cabin again. I’m going to take everything out of the storage shed and purge what I don’t need and organize the rest. Ah yes, next spring.

 

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