It seems the older I get, the more forgetful I get.
At one time in my life I could remember anything. Names, dates, to do lists, phone numbers, addresses, you name it. My brain was a limitless repository of information. Well, I guess the repository is now full. These days I cannot seem to remember anything without writing it down, or more accurately, putting a reminder in my phone.
To make it worse, there is now evidence that I am apparently forgetting how to actually DO things.
This morning I put the ingredients for chicken taco filling into the crock pot. This evening, as I was leaving work, Rob called me. As soon as I realized who was calling, and before I even spoke to him, it dawned on me....I turned the crock pot on....but I did NOT plug it in! But hey, in compensation for my forgetfulness, I've at least become psychic right? Because, he was in fact calling to let me know that dinner was not waiting at home the way I expected, and of course, to tease me for not plugging in the crock pot.
Maybe I need to take one of those "Improve Your Memory" courses. I would probably forget to do whatever I need to do to take the course at the rate I'm going. The old string around my finger might work I suppose, but I'm not sure I have enough fingers and toes.
At least the issue of dinner was easily solved by a stop at the Greek restaurant on my way home. But if you see me at the craft store sometime soon, just try to pretend you don't know what all the ribbon in my basket is for.