AGING/HUMOR
I Spent 20 Minutes Looking for My Coffee Cup This Morning
It was in an odd place, and I swear it got there by itself
I love coffee. I have one cup every morning, and I savor it. Normally, I know exactly where my coffee cup is, but today, it grew legs and meandered somewhere truly odd.
As a woman in my late 50s, I understand my brain is slowing down a bit. I can still carry on an intelligent conversation, and I can still write. There are moments, though, that remind me I’m not 20 anymore. Losing my coffee cup in a 1,800-square-foot house is one of them.
Summer has arrived in Minnesota with a vengeance. I walked outside with my coffee around 9 AM to see how awful the weather was. I stood outside the garage in my pajama shorts and a tee shirt, trying to breathe. Between the dogwood and the humidity, that wasn’t going to happen.
I turned and went back into the house. I got dressed, gave the dog a treat, chatted with my husband, and realized my coffee cup was gone. It was not on my desk where it belonged.
Frowning, I ventured into the bathroom, thinking I had left it on the counter while brushing my hair or washing my face. No coffee cup. Maybe it was in the kitchen, even though I hadn’t been in the kitchen. No coffee cup.
