Something is happening to my mind. I'm losing control of the memory function and not in a good way.
I have mentioned my fabulous memory. I believe I have indicated that I have almost no ability to recall important stuff. But until recently I was able to at least remember why I was in a certain place.
Here's the thing. Lately I've been finding myself standing, say, in front of the linen closet with absolutely NO clue as to why I might be there. There really are very few reasons why I would be standing in front of the linen closet. I could be there looking for clean sheets. Maybe a table cloth. (Though that's pretty unlikely since we are backwoods Utah people and we usually just eat things right from the boxes in which they were delivered.) I suppose it's even possible that I might be there looking for that bag of Hershey's Kisses I stashed there weeks ago. (Thank heavens I still remember the chocolate-related information.) But whatever the reason for my presence there might be, I. Do. Not. Remember. It.
I admit that at first this was amusing. A little game in retracing my steps. Finding myself in the laundry room holding a tennis racket and a box of cereal and trying to find the connection was good for a few minutes of entertainment. But now it's starting to worry me.
What happened to my mind? Did aliens come and steal my memory chip during the night? Is Mike poisoning me a little at a time and memory loss is but the first symptom? Am I suffering from early dementia?
Truthfully, I've been kind of worried about this. But the other day Michael yelled from downstairs, "Honey?"
"I am standing on the stairs to the basement."
"Well, I'm just wondering if you have any thoughts about WHY I'm here because I've tried but I just can't remember what I'm doing here."
So at least I'm not alone. But I hope there's a good explanation for this. I have visions of us driving aimlessly around town desperately searching for a clue to explain why we're out.
Does anyone else suffer from this? Just be aware that if you tell me that it's because I'm getting older I will smack you. As long as I remember the purpose of my visit once I'm actually standing in front of you, that is.