Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
Getting older is not easy.
You walk into rooms and forget exactly why you are there so you turn
around and walk out only to remember why you went in there but then forget when
you return to the room. I call it What did I come in here for Bingo.
I watched a movie not
long ago that made me cry. Even
though I wasn’t as bad as the character in the movie, my memory is not what it
used to be. I can’t remember the name of the movie but it was with that
actress. What’s her name? Red hair, pale complexion and that guy was in
it. You know that guy that was on that
show with that other actress who is really funny. Anyway, the search for words and names is frustrating to say the least but the
realization that you can’t remember what you needed when you are standing in
the aisle of the supermarket and missed appointments are all down right
maddening. Some memory loss is normal in
the aging process and some is a product of our environment. Our phones remember the numbers of our
friends, doctor’s and favorite take out places, our computers send us reminders
of birthdays and anniversaries and then of course the television never lets us
forget important holidays. Really it should be easy to remember things
since we don’t have as much to remember.
Still things fall through the cracks. Some of us, meaning me, have big cracks in
our memories. We have chasms, grand
canyon sized chasms where things fall never to be heard from again. This abyss is where most of my important
information seems to be drawn like a dust bunny up a vacuum.
Let me be clear here, we are not talking about dementia or Alzheimer’s,
no it’s more like CRS, can’t remember shit.
It’s a fog that comes on and no
matter how hard you fight to get through it you are stuck. Stuck in memory fog. You know you know why you came into the
kitchen but can’t see it through the brain fog.
Like Tom Hanks in Joe VS The Volcano, a brain cloud so large that you
think maybe it’s time to buy an awesome set of luggage and become a human sacrifice.
Exercise your brain the experts say. Take a class, learn a new skill, get a hobby
to challenge your brain. Since I do what
I’m told I enrolled in a class. A
psychology class that studies, you guessed it, memory. I signed up.
I made it through the first few lectures and my first assignment was due
in a week. Then it happened. I went into that room and couldn’t remember
why I was there.
I forgot that I had an assignment due. I forgot that I was taking a class. I forgot I was taking a class on memory.
Memories,
pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories…
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories…
If you need me I’ll be luggage shopping, I hear there is a
Volcano God who needs feeding.
1 comment:
you are quite one of the funniest writers on the blog land landscape and I am happy to have joined your followers... thank you so much for sharing, now I must go to bed.. you have kept me up reading so much about your darling mother and family.. hugs from across the pond.. j
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