Lately my favorite flower should be the forget me not…. my short-term memory has gone south for the winter and shows no signs of returning any time soon. Please tell me I am not the only one!
Two days ago while talking to my mom on the phone I spent five full minutes looking for my cell phone. True story…in case you missed that …I was talking on my cell phone!
What is the matter with me? My husband will come into the room while I’m watching TV and ask me what I’m watching…if it’s on a commercial at the time I seriously have no idea…I just stare at him in stunned silence.
It peaked the other day when I went to put bacon in the microwave for breakfast and found the broccoli I’d made in there for dinner the night before. I don’t think I’m at the point of leaving the stove on or anything but I’m starting to wonder. On-line memory tests are inconclusive so don’t even point me in that direction.
I’ve decided it is because my brain has left my body, packed up and moved to a warmer climate for the rest of the winter. It just can’t take another bleak day of no sun and below zero temperatures…. sort of a self-preservation vacation so to speak. A huge thank you to my friends on the social media called Facebook for helping my fantasy along with photos of cocktails on the beach and cute sandal wear.
I have sweet memories of clothes that are not designed around warmth and layers. I have dreams of sunset cruises and not automatic car starters. Well since I can’t go back to Cabo, I guess the best way to deal with this memory lapse is with humor. I heard this joke and laughed out loud because it was so true.
Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, “Now don’t get mad at me…. I know we’ve been friends for a long time…but I just can’t think of your name! I’ve thought and thought, but I can’t remember it. Please tell me what your name is.”
Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, “How soon do you need to know?”
So if we meet on the street and I can’t remember your name please forgive me and understand my brain won’t be back until spring!
As you get older, your secrets are
safe with your
friends because
they can’t
remember them.
Anonymous
Taste of Home columnist Sandy (Anderson) Holthaus lives on a farm in South Haven, MN with her husband, Michael, and their children Zoe, Jack and Ben. Her heart remains on the North Shore where she grew up with her parents, Art and LaVonne Anderson of Schroeder. She enjoys writing about her childhood and mixes memories with delicious helpings of home-style recipes.
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