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Okay I had a really worrying moment. I was laying on my couch, watching TV, and decided that once the program I was watching was over I'd go for a walk.
Trying to think of what I would need, I realized I had no idea if I was wearing socks or not,
I had to physically check to confirm I was barefoot.
This concerns me. A lot.
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Seriously?
At our age, hon, I always check to see if I'm wearing clothes before answering the door. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Checking
Has anyone yet reached the state where they know they have to check for something, but can't remember what it is?
-- Daphne Xu (a page of contents)
LOL
You reminded me of a story George Lindsey (Goober on Mayberry RFD) told on Roger Miller on the Roger Miller Memorial show.
Miller and Lindsey were next-door neighbors in Los Angeles and were frequently in and out of each others' houses, both being good ol' country boys living in the big city. One morning, very early, like 3 a.m., Lindsey got a phone call from Miller.
"George," said Roger, "you got to help me. I'm in New York and I have a concert this evening but I left my teeth at home." Miller wore a partial plate but took it out when sleeping. "You can send the teeth to me Air Freight and they'll be here in time for my show."
"Okay," George agreed. "Where did you leave them?"
"Probably in the bedroom," said Roger.
George got dressed in the middle of the night and went across their backyards to the Miller place and let himself in with the spare key. He spent some time searching the bedroom and attached bathroom, then started on the rest of the house. The kitchen showed signs of a hasty breakfast having been eaten and stuff not cleared away afterward so he figured Roger had eaten something before leaving and he concentrated his search in that room. No luck.
Time was running out for a trip to the airport, so George sat down to think about what Roger might have done with his teeth while getting ready to fly to New York the previous morning. He looked at the dishes left in the sink. Roger had apparently had oatmeal and eggs, things a man without a full set of teeth could have managed easily.
Then George got up, went to the cabinet, found the container of Quick Oats, retrieved Roger's teeth from the box and made it to the airport in time to air freight them to New York. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Always.
Always.
Hugs!
Rosemary
So THAT'S why the pizza delivery
guy ran off last night! Gotta remember...clothes, socks..THEN answer the door! (Putting a post it note on the inside of the door to remind me.)
Oh well...he ran off without getting paid. Free Pizza!!!!
As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script.
You Should Worry?
I walked around for hours looking for my glasses....they were on the top of my head!
LOL. I've spent 20 min
LOL. I've spent 20 min looking for my glasses that I was wearing properly.
Not To Worry!
You're fine. As long as you don't find your socks in the refrigerator one day, there's nothing to worry about.
Ellery Queen did that all the
Ellery Queen did that all the time, and he was a brilliant investigator. Although he couldn't boil water without burning it, if his dad's reactions to his cooking was anything to go on.
Hugs!
Rosemary
I think 'confidentiality' has expired ...
... on these two.
1) An innocent activity, cleaning the oven. A phone call, so she put down the cleaning stuff and talked for an hour ... came back, closed the oven door and carried on. Then spent the next two days looking for her glasses...
When she set down the cleaning supplies and gloves ... for unknowable reasons, she had put her glasses on top of the pile ... inside the oven...
2) At a time when her 'charming' children were awarding 'points' for various bits of klutziness ... She went to take a dish from an overhead kitchen cabinet, triggering a dish avalanche (dish-alanche?). Rather than trying to stop or catch them, she just covered her head.
200 points later ...
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There is no greater confidence builder than being told these stories by my ... shrink!
I tell myself what Sherlock Holmes said
This is from A Study in Scarlet. Watson decides to probe the limits and extent of Homes' knowledge. After you read it, you can congratulate yourself on not having cluttered your "brain-attic" with a fact that you can always determine simply by looking down:
Holmes' ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing. My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to be to me such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it.
“You appear to be astonished,” he said, smiling at my expression of surprise. “Now that I do know it I shall do my best to forget it.”
“To forget it!”
“You see,” he explained, “I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skilful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
“But the Solar System!” I protested.
“What the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently; “you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.”
I was on the point of asking him what that work might be, but something in his manner showed me that the question would be an unwelcome one. I pondered over our short conversation, however, and endeavoured to draw my deductions from it. He said that he would acquire no knowledge which did not bear upon his object. Therefore all the knowledge which he possessed was such as would be useful to him.
I had 2 pairs of boots issued
I had 2 pairs of boots issued to me before going to Iraq. One of the pairs fit a little better than the other, so I wore that pair much more often. I must have put several hundred miles of walking on them, but they were so comfortable it felt like I was wearing slippers. Sometimes I forgot I was actually wearing combat boots. One day I had to pack up all my Army crap (including my 2 pairs of boots), and I spent over an hour rummaging through all my possessions trying to find my best pair, only to realize that I was already wearing them.
So don't feel bad. Things like that happen to the best of us.
Some people go further
An old schoolfriend of mine asked me a few years ago to help him print his dissertation. I had him e-mail it to me, printed it (about 300 pages!) and after work brought it to his home. He invited me inside, took it and started short-sightedly looking at it:
"You know, I don't see much without my glasses. Just a sec, to find them..."
And he started searching the entire common room. Which was hampered by the fact that one of his hands was bisy.
It held the glasses.
His wife sat on the chair opposite me, hoping that I hadn't noticed the glasses in his hand. I sat patiently and pretended I hadn't. At one moment, his 16 years old son entered the room. Saw his father searching for something, and noticed the glasses in his hand. A devilish smile hinted me that he has guessed very well what his father is searching for.
"Dad, I don't know what do you see, but wouldn't you find it more easily with glasses on?"
"What a fool I am!", exclaimed my friend. He quickly put his glasses on... and continued searching for them.
Obviously some part of him knew that his glasses are in his hand - but another part didn't. The brain does such tricks...
And Yet. . ..
. . .so many people are ready to lynch that poor police officer who shot the boy with her "taser." It was an honest, horrible mistake that I find very feasible.
I have been forgetting things for years. I suppose that was all practice to what is happening to me now. My mother lost her short-term memories in her mid-seventies. She got to the point that movies no longer made sense to her. She just faked her way through life. I can only hope.
I just got off the phone with my brother. He was just diagnosed with cancer with a bleak prognosis. There are worse things than forgetting where you put your car keys.
Someone once said the brain has limited capacity and has to jettison unneeded knowledge to make room for more necessary knowledge. They say if you can't forget you would quickly go mad.
My brain just isn't as good as it once was at deciding what knowledge I need to keep.
I have to make lists. . .lots of lists.
I need to do things as quickly as possible so I don't forget them.
When I think of something I need -- I quickly order it through Amazon so I don't have to worry about that.
I just rotated my winter and summer clothes. I found three dresses I bought late last summer that I had completely forgotten. What a wonderful treat!
I'm going to enjoy TODAY.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)