Where am I?

I am privileged to be a guest in many different homes and am often left to fend for myself at lunchtime which means I am free to find/fix whatever is available. Good deal, huh? Sometimes I flounder because the utensils I want are stored in different places in different kitchens. No big deal. But I do find myself pulling out a drawer to get a fork and find hot pads instead. In another I pull out a drawer in relatively that same orientation and find barbecue tools. I can hunt in drawers in another kitchen and find the tools in a carrousel on the counter top next to the stove. Pay attention.
Food is not the highest priority in my life so the actions are rote, not carefully thought out so I get lost so to speak. I cannot have my mind off working on a special problem. I have to get my synapses in gear and think about what tool I want and then remember whose house I’m in so I can find the place where certain tools are stored.
I can do it. Actually it is a very good exercise. Helps get lunch on time, too.
Naomi Sherer