Failing memory is said to be one of the 'afflications' of old age. Now that I acknowledge that I am officially 'old' - I succumbed to this definition also. When I am in my usual cafe in St Astier quite often elderly women come and join me in my solitude - and they start chattering...
I know I know them because the faces are familiar. But I do not know who they are or why/how I know them. So I mostly just listen to their outpourings and interject - where I can - polite questions or comments but I never accept a drink...
But when at home my failing memory has had a positive result. I do not remember where I have put things, sometimes I do not even know specifically what I am missing. The positive side of all this is the amount of exercise I get walking round the house, going up the stairs, even sometimes to the garage or the vegetable garden, all in search of whatever it was. Sometimes I even find things I did not know I had lost....
My new motto: be positive
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