Forgetfullness
I noticed the clothes in the washing machine hadn’t been removed, not by me but by my wife. She must have forgotten. It’s not like her to forget. It reminds me of my own forgetfulness.
I notice I want to improve my memory. Read a book, take a course. It isn’t the first time I’ve felt this want.
Why?
Is it I want to feel clever. No. To be honest, I want to avoid being the doddery old man.
What can I do? Aches and pains coming and going for no reason, dizziness, poor balance, and on and on. I’m now seventy seven, soon to be seventy eight.
Maybe, maybe not.
Today I’ll just do what I can.