It’s getting to be a standard line between my husband and me. He usually says something like, “Where did you put the car keys? I just had them.” I then harrrump, and ask why he always believes I did something with _______ (fill in the blank). He then says, “Well, it would be hard for me to admit I forgot what I did with them. Besides, you always seem to know.”
Today I met with a special (meaning kind and generous) professor who is helping me with my Master’s program. She is slightly older than I am, and we get along seamlessly. Between the two of us, we had a hard time keeping track of each other, let alone our purses, pens, and papers. She confessed she had spent an hour looking for her purse the previous day, then finally remembered she had it with her when she went to the basement. Like so many of us crazy-busy women, once she was in the basement she saw several other tasks that needed attention–did them instead of why she went down there for in the first place–and then left her purse behind. Maybe it is an aging thing, but just maybe it is because we are so busy that we forget things here and there. It’s hard to be so smart that little bits of memory fall out. That’s my story and I’m sticking with if for as long as I can remember.