Do you worry about memory loss? Can’t remember where your car key or fob is? (Or even your car? Yes, did that too.) Tools walk away when you are working on a project?
“They say” it’s normal to a certain extent. I don’t know what normal is.
I’ve worried since I was 40. My memory loss comes and goes. It mostly goes when I need it most like when I’m cooking or driving somewhere. (Is this the road where I turn? Did my landmark burn down?)
This past week was the bottom of the heap as far as memory goes.
A group of us took a friend out for dinner to celebrate her birthday. She picked a place for which I had a $5 coupon. All good.
I know I forget coupons on the kitchen counter. I’ll even forget them in my car so I put it in my purse. I have a zippered section that contains coupons. They are there and I never lose them. I just have to remember.
I let my friend know as a failsafe. That should be good, right?
No. I forgot. Not only did I forget but I didn’t remember I forgot until five days later when I went into my zippered place for a coupon.
So what about my failsafe? She forgot too.
(Note to self: skip the cocktail next time you have coupons or skip the coupons next time you have cocktails!)
This happens to everyone to some degree. Other than being annoyed with myself, life went on as usual. Or so I thought.
We had neighbors in for a cookout on Friday. It was a simple menu so I thought I’d perk it up with brownies. Who doesn’t love a shot of chocolate?
Brownies, especially from a box mix (nothing but the best for my neighbors), are very easy. You add three things and bake them. You don’t need to pull out the big mixer or do the grease and flour thing. Easy peasy.
Except when you’re me. I read the instructions, then immediately forgot to put in all the oil. They were good enough that evening but the next day without a good amount of fat, they were hockey pucks.
Fortunately there were only three left to throw. Either our guests drank enough or didn’t notice. (Note to self: Always serve booze when you are cooking.)
Last year we fenced in the yard to keep the munching deer out. It only works when you close the gate. Deer are capable of walking through a doorway especially to get to a delicious buffet.
We often keep the gate open during the day because it’s easy access to the garage, birdseed and other important stuff.
Saturday night as we were lying in bed I asked the beloved husband if he closed the gate. He didn’t remember. I didn’t remember. I used my sad face so around midnight he went downstairs to check. We had closed it.
I am booking a room at the home for old folks with pathetic memories. Hope I remember where it is. I wonder if I have a coupon….