If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.” JANE AUSTEN
Hmmm? A rough couple days. Short circuits. Blank stares. No smiles. Totally fuzzy. Doctor tomorrow. Befuddled more than usual. Gut check. The fun ride may have just come to a screeching halt. Serious time. Advanced Directive with attorney to be signed by all Friday…now maybe, possibly sooner. Hold on Auntie..hold on please. Stay with us, in this world breathing and recalling and homing in on the present.
Safety issues now arise to the forefront: foremost the damn stove. Ok, this is what one does. Sure you avoid it. You pretend all is better. But, the reality is she is 93 y/0 and everyday is monumental. So, everyday for us must be equally up to the challenge and alert.
“The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.”
CHARLES DE LINT, The Onion Girl