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Memory is interesting.
I can remember half a dozen or more long unique passwords, but struggle remembering what I did yesterday. Why? Well, I don't relive yesterday over and over again. I do use a password multiple times every day.
I remember my high school boyfriend's birthday, but have to stop and think of my own. Getting old is easy to put out of mind.
The oldest memories I have are being in a crib, drinking from a bottle, and sleeping on two plush arm chairs pushed together in my grandmother's living room because our attic apartment had no heat.
Today, if I have appointments, I put them on my no service old Samsung cell phone (ringer on my iphone13 doesn't always sound), write it down in a planner book, set an alarm, and sometimes tape up a note.
I admire folks with good memories that in a conversation, can recall just about anything without hesisitation. As I age, every little thing I forget can become cause to worry I'm losing my mind. Being elderly means being on constant surveilance of those signs of dementia or alzheimer's disease.
When you think about it, there isn't a time in life when one isn't vigilent about one harmful thing or another. Age only changes what we think about.
P.S. Some of this week's posts feel like reruns.