NO MEMORY

I took a two hour nap this afternoon.  I must have needed it.  George says I have chemo brain, but I think it worse.  Can’t remember things I used to do with ease….like delete old images from my point and shoot.  Often I remember a book that I’ve read.  That’s good since I am rereading my old favorites. 

 

I certainly can’t remember how to make coffee.  G drew me a little picture map with measurements and buttons and arrows to show me how.  I have it stuck to the front of my monitor.  G tells me when we have seen a TV show.  At the start of all this I would say, “I haven’t seen it.”  Now I don’t say a thing.

 

Margot is stopping by this evening.  We have a mountain of boxes ready for her down in the garage.  I remember my kids and grandkids.  I’m not good at phoning them, but I know who they are.  I remember George too. 

 

I remember the Hotel Del on Coronado…one of 12 remaining giant wooden, Victorian, railroad hotels.  As a teenager, I used to steal away out to the beach in front of it.  Now I only catch glimpses of it in passing.  I do remember having a birthday lunch in the Crown Room once.  Another meal in another dining room too.

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• <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Didn’t like my choice of blue chair cushions.  He’s online shopping for another choice.
• Myself:  Got the last used copy of Harold Nicholson’s “Journey To Java.” Terrible fight with my CC as we had been hacked.
• Reading:  Lindaa Castillo and Nichollson.
• Photo:  Hotel Del.
• Gratitude’s: That I am here to forget.