My Thingamajig
When I’m feeling you-know-what—
(that sort of panic in my gut)
I’d love to have a doohickey
with a backing that is sticky—
a whatchamacallit just for me—
bright orange, that I can easily see.
You know, some “thing”—some little widget
I can poke at with my digit
like the remote on my TV,
only this one’s just for me—
linked to my mind from A to Z,
a yellow page to memory.
It institutes a type of knowing
that reminds me where I’m going
when I head for my front door
and forget what I’m going for!!!!
The Prompt: World’s Best Widget––You’ve been granted magical engineering skills, but you can only use them to build one gadget or machine. What do you build?https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/worlds-best-widget/
When you invent it, I will be the first one in line to buy it!
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Me, too, if I can remember what it is I want to buy….
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Sign me up for a dozen. I am sure I will misplace my thingamajig!
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HA!!!! Exactly.
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I was always doing that, leaving them somewhere and then spending a long time trying to figure out WHERE. Then I got a bowl. Beautiful wooden bowl, carved by a fellow in my area, and that’s the keys’ house, when my purse isn’t to hand. If the purse is to hand, then they have a special pocket they ‘live’ in. My husband actually bought me one of those clapper things that makes a sharp whistling noise to attach to the keys because I lost them so often. The dogs hated that I can say.
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LOL, hmmm… well, there’s a help for the ever-losable keys, if one can stand it: Put a GIANT pom-pom on its key ring. There’s no help for forgetting where you were going, then remembering when you get there but forgetting why.. if there were, I’d be out of job right now. But that’s alright, go ahead and invent that, someone!
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I love this, Judy! What lively rhythm and playful sounds. This is a great candidate for a poem to be read aloud. Thanks for the smile!
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Love your thingamajig poem. My favorite sayings when I can’t find something is: It doesn’t have legs so it can’t go anywhere; and for keys – I had to have them to get into the house, so they MUST be here somewhere.
So far that has worked, but there are times……
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Always easiest to blame it on someone or something else, though. I’m sure the dog buried my other set of car keys with automatic door opener. (Yeah, sure.)
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At home I try to place them on a little holder I made that hangs on the wall of my bedroom, but here at the beach with no set place and two entrances to the house, I decided to put them on a cord around my neck. So, the other day I of course forgot they were around my neck and looked alll over for them. No cure for the forgetful!!!
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Ha! This morning, I went into the other room to retrieve 4 envelopes. I came back to my office with 2(Two) envelopes. Then I went back into the other room for the other two envelopes and forget what I went in there for. This is time I can never get back- that fifteen minutes I spent doing the envelope dance.
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My mom once had two envelopes to mail. A few days later, her doctor called to inform her that her bank deposit had arrived in the mailer for her stool specimen! She made an immediate trip to the bank and just avoided the smiles of all the bank employees as she walked to the teller window to ask for her specimen back!
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I always hope mine are in the box beside the entry door…. if not?????
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Well, I’ve given some good possibilities in my illustration pics, Roger!
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Some things never change, ahem.
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