There were times I could not find my cell phone and of course, I would call that number from my home phone. But the times I needed to do that were few and far between.
Now I noticed that I call my cell phone several times a day.
Is that because I discovered it is a short cut worth taking? Or is it because I cannot locate my phone more and more often? I swear I cannot find my phone even when I KNOW for sure it is in my pocketbook!!!!
HOW MANY TIMES A DAY DO YOU CALL YOURSELF?
Does this title make any sense? I mean, I forget things all the time. I am absent minded maybe even a little senile. But think about it. I am writing about all the things I forgot. So, how is it that I don’t forget the things I forgot and I remember to write about them?
Can anyone explain this phenomenon?
Yesterday evening, I warmed up the delicious flounder fillets I had prepared in the morning. I turned the oven on and when the fish was hot, I served dinner. SIX HOURS LATER, I was getting ready for bed and as I was turning out the lights in the kitchen, heat seemed to be emanating from the oven. I checked it – and it was still on the 325 degrees. I could have made a whole Thanksgiving feast in the hours I had, accidentally, left the oven on.
I fret when I do things like that because I have a reputation of being meticulous, responsible, reliable, OCD, anal, and a perfectionist.
“Am I getting senile?” I remembered to ask myself and my husband.
When I woke up this morning, I patted myself on the back for having gotten out to make it to my exercise class on time. I remembered to take my combination lock that I have not used for the past month. (Winter was fine until five weeks ago and after one storm and another and another and another, we stopped going to work out). I looked at the lock in my hand and could not remember the numbers. I tried two different combinations and got it my third try!
“So, I am not senile after all,” I laughed and turned to my husband.
“You should have written the numbers down,” he chided me. Then I remembered that I had, indeed, written down the combination in my cell phone. Only I had forgotten that I had ever done that.
Which counts more: what I remembered or what I forgot?