So, tonight I come tootling home, thinking that Dr. M is teaching late like usual. I pull in the driveway, see the closed garage door & think, "yep, he's not here." I pull in the garage, park, go look in the freezer for something for my dinner, and then go get my stuff out of my car. Then, as I'm leaving the garage I notice that my car isn't the only one in there. Do you think there could possibly be any excuse other than oblivion to not notice this giant red vehicle that I had to walk around in order to reach the freezer?
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| Please note: the cute little red Ford was a rental last year while my car was in the shop |
Here's another example that I have issues. I'm making my way through all the J.D. Robb "Eve Dallas" books. I've read them all, but I thought it would be fun to listen to the audio books in order. I'm on book 23 of 35. And every single one of them is as if I had never read it before. I just have no memory of the plots. And I'll bet that once I finish them if I start over again the plots will all be new again. I actually think that I do this on purpose so that I will always have something fun to read. At least that's my story. If only I could remember the plot...
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heh...walking around the obvious, no that never happens here...smiles....
ReplyDeleteCute matching red cars. Maybe both being red was the issue.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather used to read Erle Stanley Gardner's "Perry Mason" novels when he was a younger man, and he would write "read" inside the front cover when he was done with them -- because like you, he couldn't remember them later. (If he inadvertently picked one up and began reading it again, the plot would usually come to him about three-quarters of the way through, and then he'd get annoyed!)
ReplyDeletethe other day i went down to my locker at work to get a key for my lock that secures the laptop to the desk (security insist, before you ask)
ReplyDeleteonce i got there i remembered - i keep a spare on the ID pass around my neck!
I'm sorry sorry to hear of your current malady. Now about that $100 you owe me.... :)
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Ha...these are great comments! Not sure I can top them...but yes I seem to remember you owing me $100 also. I think you may have the beginning of senior moments...but my 31 year old daughter seems to be worse than me sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI just ordered the first J D Robb book in the series...via Rudee's suggestion.
Perhaps there is something sinister in those audio books. Maybe you were hypnotized while listening and entered another dimension, or took an unexpected trip to the future. A little time travel if you will.
ReplyDeleteI love all of the JD Robb books, but since they're all about the same topic--sort of--I can see why it's hard to distinguish the differences in the plots. Interestingly, Nora Robert's publisher counts on this forgetfulness and has a tendency to reprint her books and market them as new. Thats a major complaint on her Amazon page and I don't disagree.
My family love to tell me about the time we went to the mall and the Corvette show was there. We got home, and one of my sons said, "Some of those cars were really cool." I said, "What cars?"
ReplyDeleteSeriously.
I hadn't noticed more than a dozen full-sized cars PARKED INSIDE THE SHOPPING CENTER, ALL OVER THE PLACE, AT VARIOUS POINTS DURING OUR TWO-HOUR SHOPPING TRIP.
Oh. Well.
must have mistaken it for yours.
ReplyDeleteOh, it's just total concentration. At least that would be my story and I'd stick to it!
ReplyDeleteYou guys are funny :) I wish the little red Ford was my car - it's a rental I had last year for a few days. My car is a gold colored Saturn. Not the same color at ALL. It's all very sad. Heh.
ReplyDeleteBoy, can I ever relate to this post?! hahaha
ReplyDeleteGoldfish Bug! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI can begin a book and about half-way through think, 'Hang on, this is a bit familiar...'
And I can put the sugar back in the fridge and the milk where the sugar should be.
As for missing the car, easy. Wrong part of brain engaged at the time, that's all.
The most wonderful thing about being absent-minded is that when you get old, no one will notice the difference. And as they say, you meet so many more people that way.
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