Is That Where That Goes?

In a never ending battle to reduce clutter, I'm making a more consistent effort to put things away when I'm done with them. It's a simple habit, one that everybody's folks probably instilled into them at an early age.

A place for everything and everything in its place.

The other night I opened the refrigerator and found a pint container of Hagen Daaz on the shelf. I had enjoyed a few spoonfuls of said confection a few hours before, and it seems I'd put it away (well done!), just not back in the freezer.

This wouldn't be so bad, except that it's the third or fourth time that's happened in the past couple months.

Just a little while ago, I was making myself a cup of my favorite tea — Tazo Green Ginger (which always reminds me of Provincetown and is really hard to find here in London).

My tea mugs are in the cupboard above the kettle. Once the kettle was ready, I pulled a mug off the shelf, plopped the tea bag into it and poured the water in. And then I started to set the kettle down ... not on the electric base where it lives, but on the cupboard shelf that I'd just pulled the mug down from.

Just how do they test for early-onset dementia, and where do I sign up?