Jerry and I lost a day last week. That’s what happens when you get old and don’t have a job to do. Here’s how we discovered the loss. Jerry got an email from a friend in Arizona asking whether we had felt an earthquake that was said to have occurred in Seattle. We hadn’t felt an earthquake, but we were curious, so he looked it up on the net. It happened at 1:30 in the morning on January 30th.
“But that’s tomorrow”, he said. I agreed. We went to town on Tuesday, and this is 2 days later. It must be Thursday.
I did think, on Tuesday (I thought) as I was doing the New York Times cross word puzzle while drinking a latte at Barnes and Noble, “This is too hard for a Tuesday puzzle.” It didn’t occur to me to check the date, so sure was I that it was Tuesday.
Neither of us has any idea what we were doing on that lost day.
Today I said to Jerry, “We need a broom closet.” He agreed. I looked around the kitchen, where we have just put a wonderful pantry. No more unused space.
“We could put it in the new room at the back of the house,” I said. “I could manage to walk in there to get a broom, even if I wanted to use it here.”
“Ah yes,” said Jerry, “But you’d have to remember why you went in there.”