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It's been a lazy Sunday. I try to give myself a day off on Sunday which isn't easy to do when you haven't done anything for the previous six days, so it's not that I actually do less, I just give myself permission not to worry about it.
I did manage to scrape up enough ambition to go to Home Depot and buy one screw. I hated to drive 2 or 3 miles just to buy one screw but I needed to get a little exercise today and driving the truck to Home Depot seemed like the only exercise I was going to get.
Now I carry lots of spare screws and nuts and bolts and other forms of fasteners but this time I needed a thumbscrew, and even though I was sure I had one I was unable to find it so I had to make a trip to Home Depot.
One of my pet peeves in life is being unable to find something that I know I have. By the way, most RVers have a pet dog or a pet cat, but I have pet peeves. They're often annoying to have around but they make pretty good pets, they don't bark, they don't have to be taken for walks, and you don't have to tell the RV Park you have them when you check in.... But anyway, I thought when I moved into the Arctic Fox it would be so small that there's no way I could lose things, I would have a place for everything and everything would be in its place. And since there's no one else around to move it I would be able to put my hands on anything I needed without looking for it, but that hasn't worked out as well as I'd hoped and I think I know why.
Even though I have far less stuff than I had in the past, and it's all located in a much smaller space there was another piece of this equation that I hadn't factored in which turned out to be my memory, or the lack thereof.
I realized as you get older you forget stuff, but I always assumed it was because having lived all those years you had accumulated so much information in your brain that it filled up to the point where nothing else would fit in there. So you forgot the unimportant stuff that you didn't need anymore to make room for more important things. Imagine my surprise when I found out you forget the important things and yet remember falling off your bicycle when you were 12.
I'm pretty sure this memory situation is not going to get any better so I just need to find a way to deal with it, maybe writing notes to myself, which I'll probably forget to read. Or taking some of those vitamins that are supposed to help your memory, I can't remember what they're called.
But being the optimist that I am maybe I'll just adopt my dad's philosophy when his memory started failing and he told me," I know I've got problems but I can't remember what they are, so they don't bother me".
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