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.