I think I've got the Forgetfulness fever

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moosehead

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So, I decided I would like some ice cream. I wander down to the basement, to the freezer, Got out the ice cream container and scoop out 4 scoops of Butterscotch
ripple into dish I remembered to pick up before going to freezer. Plus 1 for me.

After this task I return ice cream container to freezer, take my ice cream up to main level of our home. Sue, who is upstairs watching movies, calls out to please bring up to her some cherries from Fridge. I dutifully do so. Get upstairs and hand Sue the cherries....I park myself in front of computer and get busy....About an hour later Sue asks me when I was going to get the ice cream....

I enjoyed the slushy.

I had some mail to send out so I told Sue I was going to walk to the mall to the post box. She asked me to pick up some milk, eggs and some apples from the local market. No problem. I put the mail in my backpack and away I go. I get to the mall and remember the eggs, milk and apples. I see a sale of electronics at Best Buy. Wander in there, checking out all the new stuff they have...Such as the fridge with the computerized door. We need a new fridge....Anyway, after about an hour at the mall I walk home. Sue meets me at the door with a hug and we go in.

Unpack the groceries. Within my back pack the mail.......

This morning I wander down to the kitchen, go to fridge, open same, look in and can't remember what it was I wanted...Sue sees me with my head (literally) in the fridge...

"Whatcha doing?"

"I can't remember."

"Well, " says Sue, " you mentioned you wanted waffles. By the way, they're in the freezer."

I then remembered. Opened freezer and stared at contents.

"Sue, Where's the waffles?"

"In the freezer."

"Yea, I know. but where?"

Sue sighed, moved the package of steaks and there, under the steaks, the waffles.

"Why is it that men are unable to move things around to find stuff?"

"Well, " I said, " I don't know."

This, not remembering to do things or get things, is starting to bother me. If I could only remember why it's bothering me.....
 

That's one of the negative aspects of having a lot of birthdays. When you get to the place where you walk into a room to get something & stare at the wall trying to remember what you went for. You are officially in the club.
 
It's easy to forget something else: Our memories wear out along with the rest of us.
When I forget something, I swear up a storm.
Sometimes, it can get us in trouble.
When I was married, my wife was reminiscing & she said, "Remember that day you asked me to marry you?"
I replied, "And did I?"
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I'm not going to blame this on getting older. In this day and time, there are so many things preying on our minds that it's amazing we can remember how to put our shoes on. Covid, our health and the health of our loved ones, the economy, politics - we seem to be bombarded daily with more to worry about. :cautious:

I can remember being in the kitchen cooking dinner and going to the refrigerator and just staring into it trying to remember why I was there. I would look back at the stove to see what I might have needed to remember my goal. I was in my 20's. Had a lot on my mind. A small child, a looming lay-off from work for my husband, and my mother's health. :unsure:

Club? It's a large club open to everyone of any age. All you need is a mental list being added to daily and you've paid your club dues. o_O
 
The old man gets up from his lounge chair and says to his wife, "I'm going to the kitchen to get ice cream. Want some?"

"Yes, I do!" she says. "I want some strawberry. You'd better write that down so you don't forget."

"I don't need to write it down, dammit! I can remember. Strawberry."

"And I want some chocolate sauce on it. Better write it down; you're sure to forget the sauce."

"I told you I don't need to write it down! Strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce."

"And a cherry with some sprinkles on top. Write it down, George. You'll never remember the sprinkles."

"DAMMIT, for the third time....I can remember it all! Strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce and a cherry and sprinkles! See, I remember!" and he stomps off to the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, he comes back to the living room and hands her a plate of waffles.

"Darn it, George! You should have written it down. I KNEW you'd forget the maple syrup!"
 
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