Sometimers moments

There are days when my brain just seems to skip out on me, I get caught up looking at fall colors or watching an animal scurry around and the next thing I do is “disengaged.” I forget everyday things. Muscle memory tasks. These are what I refer to as “Sometimers moments.”

Recently, the Big Guy and I went to the grocery store.  Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary, but I daydreamed for the one mile it takes to get there. In the parking lot, I went to unbuckle my seatbelt.  But wait! Where’s the release? I reach down blindly and can’t find it. Feel around with my hand. LOOK for the release. Where’s the release?

The Big Guy looks over at me. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t release my seat belt.” And of course, once I say it out loud I realize my problem.

The release is on the other side.

And the Big Guy, in his infinite wisdom says, “ I’m worried about you...”

Me too, Big Guy. Me too.

On the left, on the left