I lost my car keys, I’ve searched everywhere. It doesn’t matter I won’t need them until I remember where I’ve left my car. That’s a joke rather like my chum telling me that he is modifying his stair lift to speed it up. That way he can get upstairs so fast that he will be there before he forgets what he went up for.
Memory; It bothers all of us of a certain age, that’s when we remember to think about it. I was starting to believe that I had cracked it, my iPhone was proving quite a lifesaver, I can use it to leave myself notes and can either write or leave a voice reminder with and alarm to jog my failing brain. I also have an App. Called “Find my Car” I can even take a photo if it will help me. Great, but not a great deal of help if I have left it in my car and that’s another nasty habit that I have also developed.
I have tried other ways to improve my failing mind by developing new habits in addition to my nasty ones. I have placed a large bowl near my favourite chair; this is proving useful for the “I’ve lost it” syndrome. I routinely use it for my wallet, reading glasses, house and car keys, cell phone and cash change. I keep the bowl in exactly the same place and am now in the habit of going there first. Before that is accusing my good tempered wife of moving my lost item, the one that I know I placed in my bowl. It should work; after all they can train mice and dogs so surely I can train myself.
I have now got so bad that family and friends are convinced that I suffer from OCD; in fact I’m beginning to worry about it myself. I work out at the gym every day and have got into the habit of going at the same time each day; parking in the same spot if I am able to, even trying to use the same locker. All of my kit is in its proper place in my gym bag. All of this would be acceptable of someone of my great age, if it worked.
However in just the past two weeks I have left the token which I use in place of a £1 coin for my locker, on five separate occasions. I’m far too embarrassed to ask if anyone has handed them in. I have left my goggles and ear plugs after a swimming session. Last week I got changed in the dressing room and did not realise that I was going upstairs to the gym in bare feet until I stubbed my toe and had to return to the locker room for my trainers. On three occasions I have got upstairs without my drinks bottle and gone back downstairs for it. I’m sure that climbing up and downstairs is great extra exercise. . . . . . . . .
This morning I was on a Cross Trainer before I realised that I had left my iPod in my locker. . . . . . . I am just wondering how long it will be before I get into the Spa after my Gym Session sans swimming trunks and more to the point if I can convince anyone that it is just my memory that is at fault before I finish up on the sex offenders list.
Surely the Cops would believe me that my memory was the second thing that went once I became aged. If that last statement missed its mark, then your memory is worse than mine.
