Thursday, December 3, 2009

It's Getting Worse . . .

I have always had an above average ability to lose things: keys, phones, and the like. But the time span between item last seen and item lost is getting shorter. I find myself looking for things that I have just laid down, sometimes seconds ago. Today, in fact, I was carrying a box into my office, coffee in one hand box in the other, and laid the coffee down in order to lift the box onto a shelf. After accomplishing said lift, I spent the next five minutes looking for the coffee.

Last week, my granddaughter and I were at a mall in San Antonio and I forgot where I had parked the car. She, a six year old, had to guide us back. Talk about embarrassing.

Not that I have ever been good at the incidentals of life, I haven't, but time is taking its toll on the short-term memory, or maybe it was the inhaled cannabis delecti from the 60's; whichever, at this rate it won't be long and I will be hanging my keys around my neck, wearing a stomach-pouch for my wallet and phone, and putting post-it notes on the dashboard. God help me.

Tempus neminem manet.

2 comments:

Lynn said...

It also waits for no *ma'am*! I feel your pain...

Becca said...

Samantha might need to make few more flash cards for you. she was quite proud of the fact that she found the car when you couldn't.