I am well over halfway through my second reading of the book, 'Anne Of Green Gables' and despite having read this book about three years ago, each turn of the page is new to me. My memory has retained basically nothing of the book from before. So yes, it makes for an enjoyable read all over again, but it is also alarming because it shows the unsteady state of my memory. It asks the question, what else am I not remembering, and explains why it is so difficult for me now to cope in this rapidly growing and changing techy world. It explains why it is often difficult to learn new things, and then, having learned them, remembering what I have just learned. Sometimes it's minutes later, and sometimes it is just simply.......later. Of course, if the truth be known, I basically have always had this problem, although not nearly to this extent. Back in high school, I could study my head off the night before an exam and then walk into the examination room, and my mind would be blanker than the blank sheet of paper in front of me. I guess maybe that is why I have always thought of myself as 'not quite the brightest crayon in the box.'
Here we are over halfway through the roller coaster month of March. It is the month of highs and lows in the weather world, and this year the ride has been quite memorable with its fast-paced ups and downs. Exhilarating highs and depressing lows. We're in a depressing low at the moment with snow and freezing temperatures, but the end is finally in sight, and I'm sure most, if not nearly all of us, are anxious for this long winter's rough ride to be over!!!!
Al's Music Box:: A Summer Song by Chad and Jeremy.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Sid and Al were sitting in a Chinese restaurant. "Sid," asked Al, "Are there any Jews in China?" "I don't know," Sid replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?"When the waiter came by, Al said, "Are there any Chinese Jews?" "I don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied and he went into the kitchen. He quickly returned and said, "No, sir. No Chinese Jews." "Are you sure?" Al asked. "I will check again, sir." the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen. While he was still gone, Sid said, "I cannot believe there are no Jews in China. Our people are scattered everywhere." When the waiter returned he said, "Sir, no Chinese Jews." "Are you really sure?" Al asked again. "I cannot believe there are no Chinese Jews." "Sir, I ask everyone," the waiter replied exasperated. "We have orange jews, prune jews, tomato jews and grape jews, but no one ever hear of Chinese jews!"
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I think I may need professional help...
A chef, a butler, and a maid should do it.
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An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, "How do you expect to get into heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll just run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For heaven's sake, Jimmy, either come in or stay out!'"
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There was a little boy in kindergarten. At the end of one cold winter day, when all the other children were leaving, the teacher found him crying, so she asked him what was wrong. He sobbed, "I can't find my boots." The teacher looked around the classroom and saw a pair of boots. "Are these yours?" "No, they're not mine," said the little boy, shaking his head. Finally, the teacher gave up, "Are you SURE those boots are not yours?" "I'm sure," the boy sobbed, "mine had snow on them."
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I think you're mis-diagnosing yourself. There are all types/evels of memory and many different things that can interfere or enhance. For example, your current book was read 3 years ago...doesn't matter if you remember liking it. What was going on at the time and what has happened since? A LOT. Big things too. Anyway, if you're going to continue with bad conclusions, go get checked out. (Can't help myself; I'm 80 but this sort of thing used to be my job....from which I am long retired.)
ReplyDeleteYep I agree with Judith. There are different kinds of smart. I may have kicked your butt on a written test, but would never attempt to drive a motorhome through the US and nor can I take photos anywhere near the quality of yours! Gorgeous bird photos today, btw.
ReplyDeleteYep, me too. Go get some memory tests or other shit dementia tests (you don't have that! but get tested). My Aunt Hallie used to say, when she "forgot" something, that her brain was so full of a life-time of events and thoughts and knowledge that, in her 90's, she had to dump something out of her brain to let something new in, that it had nothing to do with memory loss. I'm 77, and now know that my Aunt Hallie was right on. And ... it's not just your ability to wrangle a computer on online app that makes you competent (tho you do that really well!), but your kindness and your appreciation of beautiful things, and of interesting things, and the history of things you share with us. You're good. You're ok. You kick ass. :-)
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