1. The one challenge I always face when I am living by myself is to stay on top of the things that need to be done around the house with Debbie gone. Gibbs is taking supplements. Gibbs as been prescribed an ointment to be applied to his hind end. I'm responsible again for measuring out Gibbs' food -- it comes to us in frozen packets. Can I remember to take my medicine? My blood pressure twice a day? To feed Copper and give him his medicine with each meal? It's not that Debbie reminds me to do these things.
She doesn't.
That's not my point.
My point is my aging brain.
Remembering to do things day to day, especially when I take on added responsibilities, requires me to write things down, put the list (or lists) in plain sight so I don't forget I wrote it/them, and to concentrate, to focus on the fact that I have these responsibilities.
You see, to quote Jimmie Dale Gilmore, "My mind's got a mind of its own" and if I don't focus or concentrate on what's at hand, my mind wanders off to memories of hot lunch at Sunnyside Elementary or a session of reprimands for which ever of my many, many blunders in life float to the surface or to snapping pictures at Delta Ponds in North Eugene and on and on.
I did forget a medicine dose once this week. First time since the transplant.
I forgot to take my blood pressure, too.
These lapses serve as reminders to get my head back in the game and do what I need to do every single day.
2. In fact, today, as I was getting laundry done and probably writing out my fourth or fifth list of the day, I forgot it was Friday.
Ed texted me wondering if I wanted to meet at The Lounge around 4 o'clock.
I snapped back into the present out of whatever fanciful imaginings my wandering mind was indulging and said I would like to do that.
My Bud Zeros were refreshing. Talking about our trip to the sports book was fun as was having Cas tell me that one of our fantasy baseball league members wagered 4500 dollars on the Dodgers to win the World Series. He made his bet in Las Vegas.
3. I returned home, fixed myself a vegetarian stir fry with rice and suddenly remembered that I have a wager of my own on the Blue Jays and wondered how tonight's game came out.
My knees turned into mashed potatoes.
My heart raced.
I went into a state of mild shock.
The underdog Blue Jays flattened the Dodgers in Game #1, 11-4.
And to think that I walked into the sports book on Wednesday thinking I might place a wager on the Dodgers to sweep the series.
Fortunately, by the time I went to the counter to make my bet on Toronto, the idea of second bet had floated away.
I forgot it.
I'm glad I didn't write myself a note reminding me to make that bet!
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