I was invited to a lovely garden Bible Study last week.
I was invited by this nice woman that I met at one of the dog parks Ace and I visit.
I was telling Mac about it the other day and she asked me who I went with.
"Kathy" I said.
"Kathy who?" Mac asked.
I got nothing.
And adding to my distress, it seems the harder I concentrate on what I'm trying to remember, the father it gets sucked back into the depths of my murky mind.
She told me her last name the day I met her.
She said her last name when she called me.
I heard her last name a dozen or more times that morning while people introduced themselves to each other.
What is it with my memory?
It wouldn't be so frustrating if there was this general forgetfulness for all things.
But what really drives me crazy are the things that I do remember.
Completely useless things.
Like my address and phone number of the house I grew up as a little girl.
Or the word for word conversation of an old high school boyfriend pointing out my "flaws".
Or pretty much every annoying song from the 80's. (and some 70's songs....who needs to know all the words to Copacabana anyways?)
Things that I wish I could just delete.
You know make some room up there for the important stuff.
If anyone out there knows how to do this please let me know.
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