Yesterday my husband and I went to the auto supply store to get racks for his truck. Not ski racks, but racks for hauling big heavy work stuff. So we walk into the store, and as it goes here in America, I do the talking. That's not always a good thing. The first word that comes to my mind is "thingies". Thingies for on top of the truck for stuff. Seriously. Then I start to compute a bit, and come up with bars, then posts, then holders, and finally racks. The nice, cute, young, patient guy behinds the counter looks at me quizzically and then says, "Oh! Car racks!"
My husband and I go out to the car. I get in, put on my shades, and immediately start to cry. We've been married long enough for this not to totally freak out my husband, so he just puts his hand on my thigh and waits. I finally spurt, "I feel so behind! I feel so unprepared! I feel like such an idiot!" My blubbering goes on for a while longer, when he finally says, "Well, the racks were too expensive anyway...". He gives me a tentative grin.
But it's not the racks. The racks mean nothing. It's my feeling of being a fish out of water even in my own country. It's getting better, but days like yesterday just happen, and I roll over the edge. Feeling inept, lost and bleary eyed.