I just walked into the kitchen, but something isn’t clear;
I’m talking about the reason that I even came in here.
Was I hungry, was I thirsty, did I come in for a drink?
I’m sure there was a reason, so give me time to think.
Should I look inside my cabinets, should I open up a drawer?
I’m searching for a clue to tell me what I’m in here for…
I once heard that a goldfish has absolutely no memory at all. I read that each lap around the bowl is a totally different experience. Now, I can’t speak for the goldfish, but I certainly can relate to it.
At one time or another I have found myself in every room of my home with no clue as to why I was there. This includes a walk-in closet and my laundry room, which accounts for the many small loads of wash I have done over the years.
I have found that the memory lapses are not limited to indoors. The most obvious places I can think of are the large parking lots at malls, outlet stores, and some large grocery chains. I have no problem remembering why I am in the lot…the problem is remembering where I parked my car less than an hour before.
When I was young I remember listening to Bob Hope sing his signature song, Thanks for the Memories. Now that I have entered my Golden Years, I can certainly understand why he chose it.I must admit that I didn’t help myself when I bought a Mazda Miata. I am driving a car roughly the size of a half dozen nested shopping carts. I needed a plan that would enable me to find my car once my shopping was completed.
I started finding landmarks that would show me in which row and how far down that row I was parked. I started noticing that my car was right down from the “K” in Kroger or something written on another storefront. As long as I remembered to mark the spot where my car was parked, everything else was a piece of cake.
My memoir, Mr. Joe: Tales from a Haunted Life, is coming Sept. 1, 2013, from Bettie Youngs Books.