Adoryable - November 25, 2016
I simply love the character Dory from Finding Nemo and … er … oh yeah, Finding Dory. I love her because, like me, she has a bit of a memory problem. And partly like me, she means well. As one of our tenants said – back in our home ownership days – “You are crazy, but well-intentioned.”
Unlike most senior-aged folks, my memory problems didn’t start recently. I’ve always been forgetful.
My mom, Granny Marj, has an amazing memory. So, I just relied – and still rely – on her memory. That my mom is getting up there in years – she is 94 – ought to worry me. And I would worry, if I remembered to think about it.
There are many advantages to having a poor memory. Here are some of them:
- I can reread and rewatch the same movie many times and … (where was I going with this? … right!) … I’ll never be bored. I won’t even get the ending, because I can’t remember what was going on anyway.
- Every hike I do with my hubs, Laurence, is a new hike – even if we are repeating part of it, or all of it!
- I don’t have many enemies. Maybe I do, but I sure don’t remember who they are, or what I did to create them.
There are some challenges though:
- I have been known to forget to pick up our kids – by about a day. Yes, we were to pick them up on Friday from John Island Camp. I thought it was Saturday. It was not a happy day for Anna and Tommy, or for our neighbours who were trying to track us down.
- I am an unreliable driver. It’s not that I get into accidents – I just plain get lost. Laur may write the directions down for me, but it’s no guarantee that I’ll remember to take them with me. And I have no sense of direction, so I may not be able to figure out what they mean anyway.
- No one ever wants me for a card partner. Truly, I won’t remember what game we are playing, let alone who has what cards and … Hey! Look! A squirrel!
How I ever passed organic and inorganic chemistry, anatomy and physiology, or statistics I & II, I’ll never know. I think my profs figured out pretty early on in the course, that if they didn’t pass me, I’d be back in their class next term, and the next term, and the term after that. To say nothing of dominating their office hours!
Given that I am unlikely to change and – if anything – to get more so, I have decided to embrace my inner Dory. Yes, for Halloween 2016, I’m going to be Dory. I’ve got my Dory hat, goggles (to make fish eyes), blue swimming suit, and big blue flippers.
What? Halloween is over? How’d I miss that. Oh well, I’ll be Dory for Christmas. I’ll just add the Santa hat I’ve stored with our Christmas decorations. Shouldn’t be too hard to find them in our trailer. Hmm. Maybe I’d find them more easily if I wore my glasses. Now where did I put my …?
Unlike most senior-aged folks, my memory problems didn’t start recently. I’ve always been forgetful.
My mom, Granny Marj, has an amazing memory. So, I just relied – and still rely – on her memory. That my mom is getting up there in years – she is 94 – ought to worry me. And I would worry, if I remembered to think about it.
There are many advantages to having a poor memory. Here are some of them:
- I can reread and rewatch the same movie many times and … (where was I going with this? … right!) … I’ll never be bored. I won’t even get the ending, because I can’t remember what was going on anyway.
- Every hike I do with my hubs, Laurence, is a new hike – even if we are repeating part of it, or all of it!
- I don’t have many enemies. Maybe I do, but I sure don’t remember who they are, or what I did to create them.
There are some challenges though:
- I have been known to forget to pick up our kids – by about a day. Yes, we were to pick them up on Friday from John Island Camp. I thought it was Saturday. It was not a happy day for Anna and Tommy, or for our neighbours who were trying to track us down.
- I am an unreliable driver. It’s not that I get into accidents – I just plain get lost. Laur may write the directions down for me, but it’s no guarantee that I’ll remember to take them with me. And I have no sense of direction, so I may not be able to figure out what they mean anyway.
- No one ever wants me for a card partner. Truly, I won’t remember what game we are playing, let alone who has what cards and … Hey! Look! A squirrel!
How I ever passed organic and inorganic chemistry, anatomy and physiology, or statistics I & II, I’ll never know. I think my profs figured out pretty early on in the course, that if they didn’t pass me, I’d be back in their class next term, and the next term, and the term after that. To say nothing of dominating their office hours!
Given that I am unlikely to change and – if anything – to get more so, I have decided to embrace my inner Dory. Yes, for Halloween 2016, I’m going to be Dory. I’ve got my Dory hat, goggles (to make fish eyes), blue swimming suit, and big blue flippers.
What? Halloween is over? How’d I miss that. Oh well, I’ll be Dory for Christmas. I’ll just add the Santa hat I’ve stored with our Christmas decorations. Shouldn’t be too hard to find them in our trailer. Hmm. Maybe I’d find them more easily if I wore my glasses. Now where did I put my …?