Scenario: typical morning (not exactly, I was actually not running late) during the work week. I'm headed out the door with my gub'mint military retired I.D. card to place on the car seat at the ready for when I come thru the post gate, and grab my wife's outgoing mail. I generally pop it in our box since I'm on the way out anyway. I turn on John Boy and Billy on the radio and roll out. About a mile down the road I realize my wife's mail is on the seat. No big deal - there is a public big blue mailbox in the grocery store parking lot on the corner, so I drop it in. About halfway to work I realize that I can't see my I.D. card! I call my boss and tell him I'll be late, and search my house. No card! I must have had the card in my hand when I dropped the mail in the public box! So I head off to work but of course get all the info off the box, so the post office can tell the delivery route people to grab it for me. Of course the post office isn't open at this hour, so I called them a bit later - or tried to. The post office was on a TWO....HOUR....conference call and don't have a second line so customers can contact them. Typical government thinking. But I eventually contact them and arrange a time to pick up the card that I was 99.9 percent sure was in that box. I get home at the end of my workday and there's my I.D. card on the table. Turns out when my wife went out in the afternoon to mail off some more letters - and my card was in our mail box! So apparently I went to our mail box, put in my I.D. card and put the flag up, but laid her letter on my car seat where I normally put my I.D. card. But I have no recollection of ever even going to our mail box - and I would surely notice that my 2-1/2" by 3-1/2" card is not a 6" by 8" Christmas card! So yes it's a funny mix-up. But scary that my brain is doing this! Usually this only happens if people are talking while I'm trying to think, or I'm doing two things at once. You would think this routine morning activity would be no problem. Am I a few years/months away from putting my shoes in the freezer and and other senile shit like that? BTW doctors say there's nothing physically wrong with my brain. But my inability to process human speech is getting so frustrating that I avoid human contact/interaction at all costs. I know that's not healthy, but how man times can I ask people to repeat themselves or talk slower during the simplest interactions before they lose patience with me?
Is it possible that the mail carrier picked up your card at the grocery store and delivered it to your address, which is on the card?
Negative - my address isn't on the card. Also they don't pick up at the public box I used until 3:00 PM when it goes downtown to be sorted. Today is Thanksgiving, so it wouldn't have made it up to my county until Friday at the earliest.
Last night we sat down to watch TV. Mary got an apple for herself, and stuck some milk bones in the dog's rubber toy for her. Mary walked into the living room, tossed Nikki the apple and sat down with the rubber threat toy full of milk bones. You ain't alone, pal.
