Video cameras and digital recording devices have been put to new and greater uses since their long ago invention, becoming less expensive and more prevalent. They're now sufficiently common that nanny cams are old jokes. Cats and dogs have collar cams. DVR security systems for homes aren't unusual. What I need is the memory cam.
Why hasn't someone sold us a memory camera system, a simple in home device to record what goes on in the house? It would help in our house. First, we can figure out which cat vomited in the night. More importantly, it can aid my wife and I as we sleuth our way through what we've done.
For example, I drink a glass of hot water every morning, sometimes two. I heat the water in the electric kettle. But with the second glass, the water will sometimes be tepid. Instead of heating up the kettle again, I'll just wave it.
Thus I did that Monday morning. Then off I went, attending cats, back to work and meetings, into the bedroom for socks, the closet for shoes, around the kitchen making breakfast. After a while, I reached for my water. Wasn't on my desk.
No, I recalled that I had it and had done something with it. I'd fed the cats in the laundry room...not there. Went to the bathroom to do some business and brush my teeth...no. The kitchen counters where I made breakfast...no. Maybe I'd carried it into the garage when I went in there to get a new bag of berries or set it down in the living room, dining room, bedroom or office as I walked around on calls....
Hours passed. In the kitchen making a salad for lunch, I looked up at the microwave. Memory dinged. I opened it up and there was the cold glass of water.
Something similar occured yesterday between my wife and me. We're always trying to figure out who did or didn't do something, like leaving a light on in an unused room or not putting the cheese away. Yesterday it was the scissors.
"Do you know where the scissors are?" my wife asked from the kitchen. That's where they're kept.
"I saw them somewhere," I said, trying to think. It wasn't an unusual place but it wasn't their usual location. I walked around. She followed. I recalled -- or tried -- what I'd been doing and where I'd been. The scissors didn't show up.
"Don't worry," she said. "If you saw them, they'll turn up."
But the missing scissors plagued me. I'd seen them but where?
I later entered the kitchen for a glass of water and there are the scissors on the kitchen counter. My wife was in the office. Entering, I said, "You found the scissors. Where were they?"
"I didn't find the scissors."
"They're in the kitchen on the counter."
"I didn't put them there."
Neither did I - or maybe I had. See, a mem cam would help with things like that.
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