(Originally written May 3 2009 10:53AM)
Well, I'm that guy. I wouldn't call myself forgetful, I'd call myself something else ... I just forget what it is. Ok, so how forgetful and absent-minded are we talking about?
- How about forgetting to add water, and then wondering what's taking Mr. Coffee so long to start brewing? (This happens at least once a week.)
- How about trudging all the way from my boat to the marina gate (almost 400 yards), and then realizing I left my key fob back on the boat? (this proved to be such a painful lesson, I've only done it once.) Er, twice.
- How about buying groceries, and then forgetting to make sure all the frozen stuff goes in the freezer? (most every time)
- How about forgetting to turn off the filtered-water faucet when re-filling my water jug? (See, unlike a normal kitchen sink, sinks on boats don't have overflow outlets ... unless you're counting the floor & carpet.) Yep I've done this twice, or maybe four times ... I don't remember.
I have the gift of misplacing things, too.
Now you might be wondering, "How on earth can you possibly lose or misplace stuff when you live on a boat with no more floor space than a medium-sized elevator?" I don't know the answer; I just know I can't find stuff when I need it. Ever.
Losing stuff you need is aggravating beyond description, so I've got no problem admitting that the old saying is true: I would lose my head if it wasn't already attached to my shoulders.
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Sure makes me glad that in his grace and mercy God offered me salvation, and made sure I can't ever lose or misplace it. And that his love guarantees I'm permanently attached to him.
