No, really!! I found a note to myself that I didn’t understand.
I keep a pad in a drawer in my kitchen – for grocery lists and notes. I was looking through it and found the following notes:
“held batman to protect against water”;
“counted backwards watching microwave.”
I tried and tried to think what these notes might mean. Considering where they were in the pad, I had written them quite a while ago. And I could not, for the life of me, figure out why I would have written such obscure musings.
I kept going back to them. And thinking again. Nothing! Was I writing about a crazy dream I had? Was I in the throes of dementia and didn’t know what I was doing? What?!?
I finally decided that I just had to give up on the mystery and let it go. Sort of. . .
Then I thought of it when 2nd daughter was visiting the other day. I don’t know why I thought of it at that time. Another mystery. But I did think of it. And I decided to show it to 2nd daughter (even though I was afraid she might have me committed to an asylum post-haste).
She read the notes and immediately said, “This is probably something about 3rd grandchild (her son). Of course, I think everything is about him, so maybe not.” And then it hit me! The notes are about 3rd grandchild. I wrote the notes so I could remember to tell his mommy about his brilliance while he was visiting me one day.
We were playing outside with a water squirt gun. He would shoot water at me, I would run away, he would chase me, and we would laugh and laugh. Then, he would hand me the water squirt gun for my turn. I would shoot water at him, he would run away, I would chase him, and we would laugh and laugh. Only, one time, when I was shooting water at him, he held a batman nerf toy up to protect himself against the water. At his young age, this was a brilliant display of cognitive reasoning! So, I made a note about it to tell 2nd daughter when she picked him up.
Then, that same day, I was making popcorn for us in the microwave. I mentioned to him that it would be ready in just a few seconds. He stationed himself in front of the microwave and started counting backwards (not exactly, but it was clear what he was trying to do). Brilliant!! So, I made a note about that to tell 2nd daughter.
Whew!! Mystery solved!
Of course, I still don’t know why I couldn’t think of the incidents when I read the notes. Maybe it’s because I’ve been a little stressed. I was caught in the disturbing web of company-wide layoffs last month, so I am presently without a job (although dealing with all the paperwork for company separation and looking for a new job involve the same time and energy as having a full-time job).
Anyway, I’m so glad to know that I’m not completely losing my mind – at least not yet!
.Oh dear! Then both of us are losing it – although you more slowly than I, if you are at all. I definitely am! Because at least you finally figured yours out. Here is a poem I wrote about something that I have yet to remember:
Blogger’s Ode to Forgetfulness
“Could I have made an egregious error?
Where did I go wrong?”
I’ll never know; I face it with terror
Could this have been a song?
Those two lines at the top I wrote
Many weeks ago.
It sat as a draft, a random note
Untitled, perhaps I’ll never know!
What was I thinking? Am I going crazy?
I shudder to think my once-quick mind
Has become so old and so lazy.
Memories once so easy to find
Have abandoned me in my need.
What is a poet to do when rhyme
Is lost or has gone to seed?
All I can think of at this time
Is, what mistake could I have made?
Is someone due an apology?
Perhaps some friend on whom I’ve preyed
Or accused of abnormal psychology?
Therefore, if someone I’ve insulted,
Feels wronged, or slighted, or pained;
If what I said or wrote resulted,
In a friendship forever strained,
Please forgive me, whoever you are
For whatever I’ve said or done!
I most likely didn’t mean to scar!
But since I forgot
It’s more likely than not
To appear once again as a rerun.
So, feel better about yourself! And help me out when you can, OK? 😆
Great story! As you can see, I totally empathize!
Paula, I love the poem! Thanks for sharing this. And I’m glad to discover that I’m not the only one who has done this. Misery loves company? Hmmm… Hope you figure yours out! 🙂
The fact that you had to write a note to remember what you want to tell your daughter…..is the fist sign that….you might be losing it! Lololol.
Dang it! You weren’t supposed to notice that part!! 🙂