Old age must be setting in, or maybe it is finally all the stress catching up with me. It has been a gradual process up till now, not finishing sentences, forgetting why I walked into a room, and so on. But, yesterday, I hit a low so low it scared me.
Court's debit card isn't working and he needed to go to Costco, which only takes debit. (And checks, but I didn't think to give him the checkbook.) We met in a parking lot, he was on his way from the dump, I was coming back from Mass. I handed him my card and rattled off a four-digit number without a thought. Oh, wait, no maybe it's _ _ _ _. Or, _ _ _ _. By this point he is looking at me like I am crazy. "Well, which one should I try first?" he asks. "It's the third one," I say, doubtfully. He drives away and I sit there, my brain aching. I use this number all the time.
I drive away, frustrated and a little scared. A thought occurs to me, and I pick up the cell phone. "Is it _ _ _ _?" I ask, rattling off my old college pin number. Court tells me no, that the bank assigned this one. So, I hang up and keep driving, trying to force myself to think. I stop for gas and use the credit card, but imagine I am using my debit card and try to type in the pin. None of the three I already suggested seem right. Finally, I come up with what I hope is the winning combination. I call Court one more time. By this point, he has tried all the others trying to get gas and is heading to an ATM to try again. He tries the last number at the ATM and it doesn't reject it, (or eat my card!) so he takes it out and heads into Costco to shop. I pray that it works and he doesn't end up embarrassed having to leave the groceries and come home empty-handed. It worked. Crisis over.
But not the crisis going on in my brain. That isn't over. How could something so ingrained in my brain just slip away like that? What's next, my phone number? My kids' middle names? (Wait, no, I forget those all the time.) Obviously, the time has come to write it all down. Hide little notes with important information that I then won't be able to find when I need them.
My point, as far as this blog goes, is that I need to start posting all those sweet memories that I think I am storing up before they go the way of my pin number!
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Well, Molly, we live parallel lives…:) The memory lapses are happening to me, too. :S But, wait and see, soon enough you will find yourself saying…”Please go put the milk away in the dishwasher.” LOL…I said that the other day because I was thinking of telling one child to put the milk away followed by instructing another to empty the dishwasher…got all muddled…Sigh…Blessed Holy Week to you and yours!
Well, Molly, we live parallel lives…:) The memory lapses are happening to me, too. :S But, wait and see, soon enough you will find yourself saying…”Please go put the milk away in the dishwasher.” LOL…I said that the other day because I was thinking of telling one child to put the milk away followed by instructing another to empty the dishwasher…got all muddled…Sigh…Blessed Holy Week to you and yours!