Lost

I am starting to wonder if I am losing it. If my mind is quickly evaporating into dust. Instead of being mindful, I am mindless. Maybe that is the side effect of the creative brain. Always stirring up magical scenarios but then abandoning reality.

Sunday night, I was unloading the dishwasher while Bailey and Brian were watching “The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again”. My spouse is introducing the movies of our youth to our son. Apparently, that particular feature was meaningful to him growing up. We obviously have vast differences in cinematic creations. That movie is stupid. They shouldn’t have ridden the first time. I digress, as usual. As I am putting dishes away, I realize that I haven’t seen my blue bowl lately. Do you have a favorite bowl? It might seem weird, but I simply love this piece.

In my mind, I instantly suspect my spouse of offing my bowl. I know, it’s the season of giving and I should give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don’t.

Me: “Have you seen the blue bowl? It isn’t in the cabinet or the dishwasher.” (I have already conjured up scenarios of the demise of my beloved dishware.) Brian pauses the hideous film to help me in the search. His willingness to assist is simply a way to throw me off his scent.

The moment he opens the refrigerator, I remember using the blue bowl for my pimento cheese that I made a few days before. I am riddled in shame. Not really. I started laughing hysterically as he is showing me the “lost” bowl. Shaking my head at my own ridiculousness.

Last night, while Brian was at work, he texted me : “Remind me to tell you something tomorrow”. Since he works second shift and gets home after 1 A.M., our conversations are saved for when he rises from his beauty sleep. My response was: “Is it the location of my blue bowl?” He responds: “Maybe.” I laughed because the most wonderful thing I can do is find amusement with myself. Not taking myself seriously. Like yesterday when I went to move the car out of the way for Brian to leave for work, and I was carrying Daisy’s leash. No reason at all. Didn’t even know it was in my hand. I laughed until tears ran down my face. I think Brian is starting to plan my residency at a nearby residential facility for the mentally hilarious.

These episodes remind me of two things. One, I need to present. Mindful. In the moment. Second, I am the gift that keeps on giving. My spouse should be grateful.

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