Memories

Memories.  I have none.  Seriously, my memory is failing me.  It is failing me at an alarming rate.  At least,  that is how it seems to me.   The worst part of it is when my daughter tells me something and I completely forget the next day.  That’s when I hear her say  “Mom, don’t you remember?  I told you yesterday.”  Well, if I remembered I would know wouldn’t I?  But I don’t so it seems obvious to me that I don’t remember.  DUH?   The question is:  Is this normal or am I well on my way to Alzheimer’s?

So I went to Wiki for the answers.  I started reading and was bored within 30 seconds and I had forgotten everything I read within 60 seconds.

What next?

The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

This piece of art means nothing to me.  It came up when I put in an image search for memory.  I guess I should study this painting to discover my memory again.  I only wish my memory was persistent.

Now I know what you are thinking.  Post-it notes.

No,  they don’t work for me.  First,  I can never find them.  Second,  I can never read my own handwriting.  Third,  I forget to use them.

What else is there to say?  I don’t know.  I can’t remember.