Memory
Memory
I have a terrible memory. I never forget a thing.
Edith Konecky
“Forget something?” my wife asked.
“My tie?” I queried.
“No, your pants!” she declared.
“I’m trying on shirts,” I responded, not very convincingly.
I was trying my best to calm her fears of my memory loss. Well, I am 76, you know. And yet, I do remember what I had for breakfast…when I was a kid, that is…Sugar Pops. Today it was, let me see, toast and coffee? Wait a minute, that’s what I always have, isn’t it???
Oh, oh. Maybe I am getting forgetful. Is that why I’m making “to do” lists these days? That is, when I remember to. But maybe, what Edith Konecky clearly suggests, sometimes it’s just better to forget. Except, of course, for one’s pants.
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