My memory has gotten really foggy lately. I’m not sure if I’m just suffering from attention deficit disorder, or something scarrier.
But yesterday, I had the most upsetting experience of all. I picked up my new friend, Lulu, to drive over to meet my lunch bunch. As we drove through the city streets, talking a mile a minute, I realized I had no idea where I was or where I was going. It was like I was in a new town.
“Wait,” I cried, as I threw on the brakes. “Where are we?”
“Beats me,” she replied. She just moved here last year from Nashville and had no idea where we were. Apparently I had made a wrong turn and ran slap up on a dead end I’d never seen before.
Later we were discussing purchasing more memory for our computers.
“I’d like to get some for this computer,” Lulu said, pointing at her brain. I expect someday we’ll be able to do just that. Please hurry Mr. Dell, I need a brain chip by next week.
Olivia sent me a cute poem this morning that made me feel a little better – it goes like this:
Forgetter Be Forgotten
My forgetter’s getting better, But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny But, to me, that is no joke.
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering If I really should be ‘there’,
And, when I try to think it through, I haven’t got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room, Say ‘what am I here for?’
I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, ‘who the heck was that?
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better, while my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy, and that isn’t any joke.