It seems I’ve lost my ability read and comprehend a simple calendar.
I wrote last Friday about the sixth anniversary of quitting my job to write full time. I was wrong.
I left on August 31 and until yesterday afternoon I’d thought last Friday was August 31. Turns out I was a week early.
In retrospect last week may as well have been the anniversary. I recall not doing very much in my final days at the newspaper. Hit the final Monday deadline, of course, and wrote a final column in which I admitted my goal in life was to be completely useless, but that’s about it.
Oh, I’ve mixed up days before. Since I’ve been working at home I find I sometimes have to concentrate to sort out what day it is. Is it Tuesday? Saturday? What did we watch on TV last night?
Good thing I subscribe to a daily newspaper.
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I not only get confused about the day, sometimes I blank out for a few moments on the month, or even the season we're in.
There used to be sort of a shelf right in the front of my brain that conveniently stored all that sort information so I could reach in and grab what I needed: what day it was or what my phone number was or what I just walked into the kitchen for. But there seems to have been some major brain remodeling over the years and that shelf is gone and its all just clutter in there now!
Hey, cousin;
I can relate so much to this post! It all goes hand in hand with forgetting where I laid something down 5 minutes ago...or opening my mouth to say...something...meeting an old classmate whose name I knew as well as my own at one time.
Sometimes I have to click on the little clock icon on my computer to find out what day it is! I like to think it is because I'm just so darned busy living my life that I don't have time to pay attention to what day it is. I've explained it to my other half as I've got so many ideas in my head that I don't know where to start. He just looks at me funny and nods...
But, unlike Crabby, I generally know what season it is - if there's snow on the ground, etc. - she must live in a milder climate! I, too, had a convenient storage area for all this information when I was gainfully employed, but I think the shelf collapsed from the weight of the brain dust!
Hey Crabby - I've been having a bit of trouble with the season too as it smells like fall here and there's a crispness to the air. I have to stop and think that, technically anyway, it's still summer.
Ah, cousin - I open the fridge door then ask Mike why.
Maybe I'll try to convince myself that it doesn't matter. Days, months, time itself, all arbitrary divisions and as such, meaningless. It'll work as long as I never leave the house.
I find myself asking: Where did the month go? What have I accomplished this year? Well, my hair grew back, so, I guess that is one thing! Of course right now, I am having to reset my body clock - again! Of course this drives the cat crazy! I am hoping this time it will stick though. Right now, I am wondering why there isn't a 24 hour whatever, so that I can get stuff done.
Like Crabby and sis, my shelf has gone missing, I think I must have spackled over it. Ah, well, once I get back to full time work, things should hopefully straighten out.
My daily routines are so similar the days blur together, sometimes the months. Summer's even worse--the only marker is July 4th!
I think it's called "getting older"!
Reb - Growing your hair back is the best accomplishment.
Danette - Glad to have you here. I feel the blur, too.
And yes Dawn, it is "getting older." I'm so glad to see you getting up and about the web again.
Leah,
As (probably) the oldest person here--anyone else born in the 1940's???? Didn't think so. Let me begin again.
As the oldest person here, I say there is just so much a brain can hold and mine has reached bursting.
Each morning I get up and ask what is the most important thing I have to do today--sometimes I have to go to work (part time job) sometimes I have a doctor's appointment or a lunch date, sometimes it's my turn to blog, and so on and so on. Frequently I can answer the "what's the most important" question only after I figure out what day it is!!
So, young 'uns, memory just gets worse but remember that life's always fun.
Terrie
Damn! There I was trying to set myself up as the Grandma Moses of the blog world and that Terrie has beaten me to it. I'm a 1950 model so you only just beat me, Terrie!
Terrie - yes, life's always fun. That's a good idea you have about sorting out what's most important for the day.
Dawn - if it's that important to you then we'll designate you Blog Elder.
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