Losing My Mind

It’s possible I’m losing my mind.

I decided to try my hand at abstract painting with acrylics and managed to carve out an hour this afternoon to play. It’s going to be fun, once I figure out what I’m doing, but this afternoon I just made a mess. That’s okay. It’s all part of the process and, frankly, if making messes is all I ever do, I’ll still consider it time well spent.

When my short practice session was finished, I tucked my supplies away in the nooks and corners of my woman cave (which is doubling as Laurinda’s bedroom for the time being) and brought my MacBook upstairs. Then I decided I wanted to take a quick photograph of my paintings (if one can call them that) so I went back downstairs and did so.

Now comes the losing my mind part.

I came back upstairs, intending to sit down with my MacBook and tap out a blog post, and couldn’t find it anywhere. Nowhere. I padded back downstairs, and upstairs, and downstairs again looking for it.

“Has anyone seen my MacBook?” I called to no one in particular.

Gerry is the only one home and he’s been at his desk the whole time so he was no help. How in the world can one lose their MacBook in the space of going upstairs? I’m here to tell you, it’s possible.

Anyway, you’re reading this post which means I found it (right where I left it plugged in and charging on the dining table).

We’re heading out to the hot tub to relax, now. Maybe I’ll find some missing memory cells out there.