Remember my little microscope? I lost it. Okay maybe saying 'lost' is not entirely accurate. I put it away. You know, put it away because everything should have a place so I found a place and put it there. It didn't belong where it had been hanging out, even though I knew where it was when it was there. Today I decided I needed it.
I must have walked around the house for at least 20 minutes, checking shelves and drawers and going back to the places I had discounted with "I wouldn't have put it there" time and again. It was to the point where I was saying to myself "okay, think like me. How do I think? Where would I think was a good, logical place for a microscope?" Not - "think like the cat, where would she have hidden my sock?" Not - "think like my son, what would he have done with the barbecue sauce?" No, "c'mon, think like me. Like me, how would I think?" Because of course I am a separate person from myself.
Clearly I think crazy.
Oh yeah, I did eventually find it. It was in a place where obviously I had stashed it thinking - "this is a stupid place but it's not where it was before so it must be better." And to continue that thought "and I'll remember it here."
Wednesday, May 4, 2011