See my dental hygienist every 3 or maybe it’s every 6 months, return my 14 days only library book before 15 days, ask my GP if it’s too late to get a flu shot in July, make sure I have something to make for dinner before it’s dinner time.

Remember family and friends’ birthdays. Which ones I’m supposed to give presents to and what the hell did I give them last year.

There’s a whole bunch of other stuff I’m supposed to do every day or some days or never do. I can’t remember what or on what days or which are never days.

I’m still trying to remember where the states in the middle like Kansas, Wyoming, and Iowa are. I finally can remember where Oregon is— on top of California– and where the State of Washington is– on top of Oregon– because I realized their first letters spell C O W.

 

Thank goodness I’m already a citizen and not expected to remember Constitutional Amendments to become one. Every time I have an argument with my husband, which is often, I have to Google to see when women got the vote. Why isn’t August 18th a national holiday for Susan B. Anthony? Why is Mother’s Day the only holiday honoring a woman? Ladies, let’s march!

 

I have a few problems remembering all 10 Commandments. I don’t even count Commandment #3. When you have teenagers, you learn a lot of new words you wouldn’t dare have said when you were a teenager.

Commandment # 4? I go shopping on the Sabbath– anybody’s Sabbath. If you can find something on sale in your size that you’d actually wear, how could it be a sin? Unless your Amish.

Commandment #7. The one about adultery. There’s enough trouble in the world without looking for trouble. Too bad nobody told Anna Karenina. But at least she didn’t have to buy new lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. Anything is better than wearing a thong. 

Anyway, I’m over 80. Having an affair with me is not on anyone’s Bucket List so my husband doesn’t have to worry. If anything, I have to worry about him. He’s over 80 too but men don’t think they’re sexually old even when they’re sexually old.

You’re supposed to remember the Alamo, whether you fall forward or back when it’s Daylight Savings Time, to bring a lot of tissues when you’re watching “An Affair to Remember” or “The Way We Were” no matter how many times you’ve seen them.
As time goes by, you must remember this? It’s all too much. Actually, I stopped worrying about remembering anything because Google will give me the answer in seconds.

But, when I was in elementary school, we had to learn this song:

“Remember your name and address
And telephone number, too
And if, someday, you lose your way
You know just what to do,
Walk up to the kind policeman
The very first one you meet
And simply say, “I’ve lost my way,
I cannot find my street,
But I know my name and address
And telephone number too.”
Then he’ll be kind
And help you to find
The dear ones who wait for you.”

I suggest you learn this song and remember it. It will come in handy when you get to be as old as I am.

 

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Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)