Safe places worry the hell outta me. Let’s face it, I worry the hell outta me.
Before we left for Foreign Parts, My Beloved and I discussed where we should leave all those incredibly-important, but frequently-used type things. You know, like the spare set of car keys. DD doesn’t drive and we certainly didn’t want a burglar to find them.
Fine. Dandy.
I do recall, quite distinctly, that the process involved lugging the stepladder upstairs. Unfortunately, after that my memory fails me.
I’ve done this so often, all my life in fact. I can’t even claim galloping senility, I just have a brain like a sieve. I put something in a Safe Place - a place so damn safe that the object is never seen again - or turns up years later, somewhere decidedly peculiar. Much to my bemusement.
We still haven’t found those car keys. Hell’s bells, they must be around somewhere - they must be. But where? My Beloved clambered manfully up the ladder to inspect the high cupboard.
Nope. Grrrrrump!
I just hope we don’t need them before we have to turn the house upside down.
Do you belong to the “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on” sisterhood? I’m a founding member.
Have you ever left something in a place so safe you never found it again? What’s your own very best “safe place”? What’s the strangest “safe place” you’ve heard of?
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Hahahah .. I do that all the time
. I blame it on the fairies 
The fairies, Lyn? Well, that’s new one. I wonder if it works??
I’ve done this before. It took me months to find one of my rings and a necklace that I had put up. Surprisingly they were in a film canister in the back of one of the dresser drawers. I looked for ever for them too and one day I had to get into that drawer for something else and found them. Now all my important stuff goes in the safe we have. My mom is losing stuff all the time! She constantly loses her watch and rings and they’re usually in a place where she doesn’t normally take them off.
Most missing stuff in our house gets blamed on gremlins. They’re sneeky. LOL!
Ah, Dani, you have to watch those pesky gremlins!
I think they’re making off with my brain cells, a half dozen at a time. A safe is an excellent idea, but I worry that any really determined burglar will take the safe itself. OTOH, I’ve heard that a dog is a good deterrent, simply because of the potential noise and therefore, attention.
I usually forget to put something back after I have used it like my passport. I thought it was back in it’s home and when I went to look it wasn’t. Am still trying to figure out where it got tucked. I usually ask the angels for help and eventually it surfaces.
Hi Denise,
I used to have a great memory than I got pregnant & had our son. He’s now 7 & I can’t remember anything nowadays! Best hiding place: I don’t know I still can’t find what I’m looking for & now I’ve forgot what I was looking for to begin with. My hubby & I discuss this all the time.
Have a great weekend,
Susan B.<— from Georgia, SE USA
Denise
I have the worst short term memory I can remember the day I started kindergarten but don’t ask me to remember anything I did yesterday gone lost for a while I have often put things up so as I wouldn’t loose them and I have to wait for a long time till I remember where they are my hubby is worse those I always tell him if he had a brain it would be lonely LOL
Have Fun
Helen
Your passport, Lindsey? Gulp!
It’s infuriating though, isn’t it, when something isn’t in its “usual home”? You stand there, scatching your head and wondering where on earth it could be!
Ah, Susan, preggy hormones - they’ll do it to you every time! Though I do recall being vague and serene at the same time. I’d lose things, but it didn’t seem to bother me, you know?
I’ve decided it’s NOT advancing age, Helen, it’s overload. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Denise I agree,
Take the walk down the back of the house on a mission and arrive in a room and stand like an idiot trying to remember what you went there for….go back to where you originally were and when (IF) 
you remember 
you found out you went to the wrong room in the first place. 
Losing things - secret hide-aways, theyre all part of the BIG-PLAN don’t you know.
You could always get one of those Phoney-rock things to go in the garden.. just remember what garden you put it in. 
OVERLOAD
The one to send us to the Funny-farm before our time.
As for your keys…keep searching.
Thank goodness we have our writing and our books to keep us on the straight and narrow…
Maryde{:>}
LOL! Mary de I do that ALL the time! Except that I don’t have to walk down the other end of the house. I just have to turn around and it’s gone! Hahahahaha (yes that is manic laughter LOL).
Mary, you made me wince, then laugh! If I think about it seriously, it’s not that I’ve forgotten anything - it’s just that the retrieval mechanism is all rusted up! It’s all there, I just can’t get it back!
Oh Lyn, I’m so glad I’m not the only one!
Yes! I do that all the time. And worse… I split my time between 3 homes, so have “safe places” in 3 countries!
Gosh, Shelly! That’s like being 007 and having a license to kill.
I can’t imagine on on earth you manage. Any of it, really. Wotta woman! *shakes head in admiration and amazement*
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