Whatever Do You Mean?

My life moves more quickly than my synapses these days. There is so much to remember and I thought I was doing a great job staying on top of things. I journal. I keep a calendar. I write on sticky notes. I use visual aids. I make lists. I check things off. I tell you, I'm on top of it!

I was discussing my Easter plans with Melody this morning. I told her we had BIG plans for this Saturday. We're going to an egg hunt that afternoon then to Joe's Mom's for a big dinner and egg hunt that evening. I was just about to tell Mel all about the potato salad I was making when she said, "But, yeah...um, what about our tickets? You know, that's the night we go see The Flight Of The Concords at The Fox. You remembered, right?"

I responded by saying lots of bad words. 

No. No. No.

I did not remember. Not at all. I mean, I knew the show was on the 11th and I've been REALLY looking forward to it because I don't get out much. Maybe this is why? Maybe I'm unable to handle too much excitement? Or remember it afterwards? Why is it that some things are burned into the corners of my brain, never ever to be forgotten? Whereas the transient stuff, the appointments and deadlines and such, is not?

Oopsie. 

Fortunately, Melody is level headed and practical. She reminded me of my promise to "do dinner" and offered to just come over to the family function, take some Easter photos, eat some grub and we would leave from there. The show doesn't start until 8 pm after all. She's smart like that. She's like a superhero who saved the day from me, the amnesiac.

*Note: I blame that dang calendar Miss Smith sent to me from New Zealand. It told me Easter is on a Monday! That's what I get for not heeding her warning. She told me it would be topsy turvy for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere. But I didn't listen. I was too busy forgetting something else.*