On the side

Things happen as we get engrossed and distracted by caregiving.

I managed to misplace (a polite way to say lose) our marriage certificate.

I feel a lot better about it since Googling that replacement can be done easily and online.

Looking for the missing item also gave me an opportunity to sort through documents.

The rearrangement may result in panic down the road when I wonder where I put everything.

I do know for and at this moment what we have and where it be.

The urgency in the search was necessitated by Burt’s wanting proof.

Burt isn’t sure who I am when I go in and out of the room. Who’s this he asks. My honest answer has him adding up Tamaras as I reenter.

Yesterday, he said, laughing as I repeated my name, “There are 60 of you.”

Why do we need documentation? I always reiterate that I am his wife.

He doesn’t know me. He requests proof. Naturally, he wants a wedding certificate and a doctor’s note.