Aarrrgghhh... a day got away from me and am facing publish time with nothing to offer... Well, as Jan has been having trubs, perhaps it is worth reminding folks the original purpose of this crazy wee bloggy, just so's she doesn't feel lonely - the very first post, re-posted!
One of
the things that has caused me stress in recent years is the loss of short-term
memory power. Okay, that's old news for
many and just one of the mysteries of aging for a great number of others -
something to be ignored until at arrives.
Trouble
is you don't notice it arriving until after the event.
Which
event? Oh, which one will I share with
you today? Hmmm let me see….
How about
the one where Emm made me write on the calendar the date of the concert to
which she was treating me for my
birthday? That being the date of the
birthday itself, no less. Yes. I have
wonderful friends. Let not the purport
and pertinence of friendship pass you by.
Hopefully you have such friendship within the immediate family also,
indeed I am fortunate that way. But very
often it is the company we keep at key points in life, outside of the family
unit, with which we form equally strong bonds.
They tend to be more honest and the really good ones will steady the
ship when the tornado arrives. They'll
clip the wings when the flying gets too high.
They'll clean up when you've spilt the milk.
They'll
ring to remind you again on the very morning itself (at 6am before you leave
for work mark you!) "YAM, which sari you're wearing tonight?"
"Tonight? Why do I need to dress tonight?"
"It's
your birthday."
"Already?"
The
silence shouted at me. I looked at the calendar. "Oh, yeah. The black and red silk I
think."
"Good
choice, I'll collect you at 6:30."
Now in my
defence, it was one of the busier shifts at the Aged Home that morning and as a
result of another nurse falling sick, I had to step in to cover the longer
hours she left vacant. The Aged are a
tiring lot. Ranging from infants in need
of feeding and hugs, to rebellious teenagers ready to hit out when the going
gets tough. [Note to self - avoid
becoming one of the Aged…] Getting home at 4pm all I could think was to get in
the hot shower, put on the sloppies and curl up with a good book and some hot
chocolate. Which I did. Lovely.
Ring
Ring. Ring Ring. Bleary eyed I got to
the phone before the answering machine kicked in.
"You
ready?" the phone asked.
"Who's
this?"
Again
with the silence. Some foggy thing
tapped at the back of my skull. I looked at the clock. 6pm.
There was
a slow and simmering voice on the other end of that line. "Put the phone down. Get ready.
You've got half an hour."
Look,
it's not my fault, okay? I'm
menosoupal. Can anyone explain to me,
though, why I can remember all this NOW!
There is something about short-term memory. I don't worry about it as long as I have the old ones.
ReplyDeleteI have few friends, I left them behind in Ottawa. Teachers, all, very busy. Too busy to drive the hour here! Ah well. I have my bloggy friends. They give me comfort! xx