Last week I forgot how old I was. This happens periodically, but I really, really forgot. I had to pull out my driver’s license, turn on the light, and put on my glasses. I think I am 55. Maybe 56. See, I already forgot again.
This morning Steve asked me for Kate’s email. I was reminded that her name is actually Katelyn. I almost forgot that.
I forget that I actually love having parties, and I am actually pretty good at them.
I forget wine. I mean I don’t forget that I like wine. But I can’t remember what I drank, so I can drink it again. That might be a good thing.
I also forget that having a cup of coffee (and being all cavalier and ordering the real stuff, rather than decaf, like I am Superwoman or something) when we’re out means that Superwoman will be awake at 2:00 am.
And, every year I forget how much I love autumn. Just this morning I saw a leaf that was just starting to turn…a lovely outline of red framing the green center. It stopped me in my tracks, that one leaf.