Spooky universe

Started by Amie, October 14, 2018, 08:32:05 AM

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Amie

For the past couple of weeks, we (hub and I) have entered a disappearing universe. Things just go missing.

This morning was just weird - I offered to make puri (from holiday). I got halfway through, and realised I'd added too much water. I went to add more flour, and it was gone. It had just been on the kitchen counter too. Now it is no where, escaped to a parallel universe.

I hope this is a sign I've entered a better universe. The one I jumped over to a few years ago is kind of crappy.

Gyppo

These 'black hole disappearances' can be very specific on occasion.  I have a tendency to lose pens.  I put them down and few seconds later they are missing.  This runs in the family.  Except for my rainbow pen which stays in the office, laid flat at a very OCD 45 degree angle across my desk pad, which is also always in the same place to the right of my computer.
 
My sister used to lose pens at work.  After a while looking for it she'd borrow one from someone else and then find her own when she went to stick the borrowed pen behind her ear to keep it safe.  Dad kept his pencil behind his ear when he was a civil engineering foreman, but he always seemed to remember where it was.  Said he learned to do it in Naval Engineering classes as a lad, because they made such a fuss if you lost your pencil.  It was almost a court-martial offence.

Sometimes he'd have a pre-rolled cigarette 'for later' behind his other ear when he was doing a messy-hands job.  Cigarette papers and wet hand don't play together nicely and you end up spilling your precious 'snout' on the floor.

Pens and pencils simply won't stay put behind my ears.   (Not for want of trying, I assure you.  The inherited tendency to shove them there still exists, I have a lot of Dad's and mannerisms.  But despite looking similar my ears lack the Velcro-like grip

Mum could lose two or three pens/pencils in the course of a morning because she would stick them through her hair for safe keeping and then pick up another one.  It became a standard joke in the tax office that if you lost your pen Mum probably had it in her hair.  I sometimes wedge a pen above the band for my ponytail and forget it, much to the amusement of the girls in the Co-op on several occasions.

Alma is a great 'inadvertent stealer of pens'.  She has taken to hanging pens from the waistband of her skirt or shorts and not being aware she has done it.  It's funny seeing her look around, lifting sheets of paper and checking on the floor.  Her default response when a pen goes awol is a quick search, then a moment of blank-eyed recall before she runs off into my office to pick up another pen she remembers seeing on my desk.

We have taken to checking her over before she goes home.  I wonder if she's picked up the dangling pen habit from her favourite teacher.

I have noticed that in the more ambidextrous trades, such as a baker where you can do many things just as easily with either hand, you tend to put things away  with whichever hand was holding it at the time.  But your inherent left or right handedness will have you looking to the 'proper' side for the knife, roll of cake cases, or whatever you have just put down and lost.

This is why smokers would often slip their matches away into a left hand pocket but usually start our looking for it on the right.  My Kindle often migrates to my left hand jacket pocket despite starting off on the right.  Presumably because I tend to hold it with the left but flick the 'pages' with my right thumb.

'People watching' yourself for these habits can lead to a greater understanding of why other people 'lose' things, but it can also - probably - lead to madness or, at the very least, obsession ;-)

Gyppo


Amie

Alas, it seems I only entered the senile old git universe rather than anything genuinely exciting. Somehow I absent-mindedly had put the flour away in the cups and ramekins cabinet. Who knows why - maybe I've entered the "surreal and nonsensical storage choices" universe.

Gyppo

Who knows?Probably distracted rather than senile.  I've occasionally gone to put stuff in the freezer which was meant for the microwave.  Or put the  dinner down on top of the microwave, shut the door, set the timer, and come back later when it pinged to find it empty.  Seeing the cold plate of food sat on top is always a shock.

If I'm pre-occupied with my characters, or a family problem/worry it happens more often ;-)

Gyppo

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Gyppo

Autopilot.  That's the problem.  Sometimes it's more auto than pilot.  The internal disc skips a sector or two but carries on as if nothing's wrong.  But in the background the verification process is trying to warn you there's something not quite right.

Spell Chick

I hate when the pantry doesn't hold the refrigerator item I'm trying to retrieve. Or the dishwasher refuses to have the right kind of racks for baking.

But I'm glad you found the flour.
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