My husband and I were lamenting the fact that as we’ve gotten older, it’s far too easy to forget the simplest things. We still joke about the time he was looking for his glasses, which of course were resting on his forehead. Or the time we were searching all over for the remote control, only to have him pull it from the rather deep pocket of the sweater he was wearing.
Notice I’m only sharing my husband’s memory lapses? That’s because I’ve forgotten all of my own. Just kidding. Actually just this weekend I went to my daughter’s bachelorette party (wedding countdown: 2 weeks!) and I remembered most of the important things: gift, cookies for the snack time scheduled in to the day’s events, picture frames we needed for a display — and I walked right by my glasses, sitting on the dryer in the laundry room. I usually have them in my purse, but of course I’d forgotten to return them the last time I drove at night. Then there was the “little purse incident” when I left my purse at his aunt’s nursing home—only to realize it after we’d traveled two hours away. (Evidently that means I owe my husband the four hours of time we took going back for it. . .) He seems to think “little” and “purse incident” don’t match up. I wonder why?
Those mindless things we do—like casually set my purse down—are the first things to be forgotten. Or setting something down when thinking or doing something else. Happens every day around here!
This is one of the reasons I love the world of books as I do. Characters only forget things they’re supposed to forget, and even if the consequences are dire, the happily-ever-after ending stories I usually choose make everything work out in the end. Ah, a controlled world! Just what I need when I lose my grip on things around me!
So now I’m off to do some reading and writing, and to enjoy the controlled story worlds in my day ahead.