"Where did you / I put it?"

“Where did you / I put it?”

Bacon Scrapins – “Where did you I put It?”

Bacon Scrapins are the little bits of meat left in the greasy fry pan. They’re tasty, but the ‘nutrition’ needs searching for. This tale is a bacon scrapin.

I’m almost at the age where I write myself a note before I go anywhere in the house to get something.

Inevitably, along the way, my mind wanders off to some important topic and by the time I get to the room, I’m not sure what it was I was there to get. In fact, I’m not sure if ‘there’ is where I should be.

The trip downstairs to get “it” was long enough for distraction to occur. ‘What did she ask me to get?’ On a chance, I went into the den and checked among the papers on the computer table hoping clarity would occur. Nope.

I pulled out the three side drawers, no break-through.

I wandered into the workshop, hoping for inspiration, turned slowly on the spot and tried to think back to what I was doing upstairs when I decided I needed the ‘thing’. Nothing.

I tried the storage shelves area, checked out some shoes I hadn’t worn in a while, scanned some books on a ‘Christmas stuff’ shelf, and an inkling about ‘books?’ went through my mind. Hmm. Books? Nope. Nothing clicked.

In the recreation room, after re-discovering six great books I hadn’t read for years and wasn’t looking for, I opened the top drawer of the games cabinet. There, in a neat pile that only my wife can create, was the bundle of sales brochures. The ‘Eureka’ flash of recognition occurred. There it was. That wasn’t so hard!

Upstairs, again, I passed the bundle to my wife and she asked, “Where did you put it?”

“Wrong question.” I replied “The question is, Where did I find it? And the answer to your question is, in the games’ cabinet drawer – exactly where you put it!”

With some satisfaction, I concluded that this search-to-find method works just fine, and I’m nowhere near the age when I have to write notes to myself.

But then my mind wandered off again as my wife explained to me, with evidentiary examples, why it clearly was not her who had put the bundle there.

Now I was looking for silence. Where would I find it?

NOTE: Except for the first person singular, the characters’ names in the Bacon Scrapins tales are fictional. You may send appropriate email comments to the writer at thisiswilmot@gmail.com