Prosebox, a blogging site
where I keep my backup blog, lists past diary entries running down the right
side. I read a few yesterday. I was thinking later how well I could write. Concisely.
Interestingly. Then last night I
dreamed I forgot myself. Wandering
around, or driving around in a red sports car, aimlessly haunting the home of
new friends as they move in.
Now I know I am losing
myself. I don’t just forget one or two
things a day, but I often forget five or more.
Sometimes G feels more like a caretaker than a lover. Yet the house is clean, the laundry done, the
trash out, and there’s art on the walls…much of this thanks to G.
Today we are both going to
the doctors. He for his knees, and I for
my skin. I didn’t forget the
appointments. They are written in an old
appointment book, and both of us remember to look. Even Marta is written in just so we remember
to clean up after ourselves. For on top
of everything, we admit we are slobs.
I'm beginning to have days where I forget several things. Not appointments except rarely, but all mine are on my phone which has become my extra brain. I've left things undone mostly because I'm finding many things I just don't want to do anymore. Dreams can really occupy your thoughts sometimes.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me sad that my brain doesn't work the way it used to.....nothing works the way it used to. On the plus side, I'm still on the green side of the grass.
ReplyDeleteMemory is a fickle friend these days. Adapting is the order of the day, when I can remember to do it.
ReplyDeleteIf I want to remember things, it seems they must go on Google calendar so I get my reminders, but even then ...
ReplyDeleteI have to write notes all over the place and if I lost my calendar, I'd be lost. Prosebox? Hmmmm... Interesting.
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