KnitKnacks

The Here After...

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the here after especially when I go to the Grand Union. I go in and just stand there and wonder what the heck I'm here after. ( drum roll, cymbal crash) This morning I had a marvelous idea what to write about here...guess it's going to be on memory loss. Yes I know I can write my grocery list in my Palm Pilot but it doesn't seem necessary for "milk". On the other hand, it I can't remember that in the mile and a half to the store, then maybe it is necessary. But what about around the house...do I really need to carry my Palm with me from room to room? Going from the kitchen to the laundry room is about 10 steps..do need to enter in my Palm..."get trash bag" or "paper towels"? Of course One can never have too many rolls of paper towels in the kitchen..I could always use them to line the trash compactor when I really should have brought back a trash bag. I've had to rely on the old trick of returning to the room where I first had the thought to begin with, to remind myself what I was about to do. Just how many trips up and down the stairs from the bedroom to the guest room do you think it should take to remember to get a suitcase? Am I worried about this..not really. I can always view this as exercise as I go back and forth from room to room refreshing my memory. After all...there is 53 years of stuff in my brain..for someone who has trouble throwing things away, it can get a little crowded. It must be like tripping over all the empty cardboard boxes (that you are sure to need someday) in order to get at the Christmas decorations you know you stored in a corner. I think I will start to worry when I go off to the Grand Union and find myself standing in the parking lot having forgotten to drive my car there.

Happy 50th Birthday, Auntie Lisa...I'll pave the way for you!