Failing Memories

Messy Kitchen

Don’t you hate it when you have some mem­o­ries from a long, long time ago come back to you just when you are about to fall asleep and you promise your­self that you’re going to blog about it the next day but when the next day comes you can’t remem­ber any­thing about it any­more? I had three of those mem­o­ries last night. Three! I wish I could remem­ber what they are because those mem­o­ries made me feel warm and fuzzy. Oh well. Maybe they’ll come back to me again some oth­er time. I keep mean­ing to put a note­book and a pen on the night table to help me remem­ber things like this, but I keep for­get­ting. I’m hav­ing trou­ble remem­ber­ing to do some­thing that’s meant to help me remem­ber! Ah, the irony of get­ting old.

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