“You know… the thing that holds hot
chocolate, above the dish cleaning machine.”
Translation: I need a mug from the cabinet above the dishwasher….
Forgetting things
and words happens with increased frequency, and I hate it.
In the past
year, I have left or forgotten the following items during my adventures out in
the world:
- Two umbrellas
- One necklace, handmade with a large turquoise pendant
- Five doggie bags
- My favorite fuzzy socks
- Six Pilot purple gel pens
- Countless words (mug, dishwasher, sprinkler, buffet, etc…)
- At least twenty names (sorry friends)
- Copies of Southern Living, O!, and a trashy romance novel
- My tenacity
I have become ‘that’
person… the person who leaves
the water running and can never find her car. That person who goes into
a panic when she can't find her reading glasses balanced on top of her head. That
person who leaves sentences dangling as she madly scrambles for the right
word to pick it back up. That person who recognizes a face she's seen 50
times, but can't remember the name of it's owner. That person who
forgets the name of the band that plays the song in that movie with so and so who
also stared in the movie she can't remember the title of either.
I'm fond of
saying, "my hard drive is full" because it's true. My brain is so
packed with a half-century's worth of information that there's just no more
space to shove anything else in there. And good luck pulling anything back out.
My mind's a mess, and I really need a new memory stick. I rely more and more on spastic arm movements
and hand gestures to help convey what I'm trying to say but can't remember how
to. It's like being in a never-ending game of Charades.
When one becomes
that person, it pays to have a sense of humor, or you will never want to
leave the house. So, I look on the bright side of turning so dim: For one,
during those times when I can't find the word I'm looking for, I'm forced to
come up with some pretty creative alternatives, like "that container where
you put dirty laundry" for "hamper," or even, "striped
four-legged meow machine" for our cat Buddy.
I’m off to visit
what’s her face, on that road by the big orange box store; we're having brunch
or lunch or something!?!
Cheers!
Lori
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I totally understand, I have become that woman too. I forget names of people I see often....I've misplaced my favorite necklace, I can pick something up and lose it 2 minutes later...and what was I about to say???? You are not alone!!!!
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