I suffer from this same malady, and it frustrates me to no end. I know all those bits of information are stored somewhere amidst the dust and cobwebs of my mind, but I have lost the keys to the retrieval system! :-)
I so need a librarian in there too find that what I need and to keep it all in order. Those biographies of me without spines could be discarded too. This post certainly had me thinking.
Born in Berkeley, although I have lived much of my life in other places. I now live across the street from my son Otto and his wife Kristin in Port Townsend Washington - a delightful town to live in and wheelchair friendly,
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Ah the perils of storing a lifetime of treasures :-)
I suffer from this same malady, and it frustrates me to no end. I know all those bits of information are stored somewhere amidst the dust and cobwebs of my mind, but I have lost the keys to the retrieval system! :-)
Writing that's winsome and quite inviting...
I so need a librarian in there too find that what I need and to keep it all in order. Those biographies of me without spines could be discarded too. This post certainly had me thinking.
I am always misplacing my specs which are usually on my head:)
Oh yes..the reach a room and forget why you are there! Know it well ;)
short sweet and cute!!!
This is wonderful. I like the image of fishing memories back. Thanks for sharing.
Wonderful! I'm glad I'm glad to find that I'm not alone with this problem.
This is so true!
Very funny! I often refer to my brain as random access memory.
Madeleine Begun Kane
Charmingly put - and so true.
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