The other day I was in a meeting at work. Before getting started, I wanted to let everyone know that a certain individual was going to be late. I put my hand up to my ear, cupping it slightly.

“She’s having a …….” I said, struggling to retrieve the right word from deep within the recesses of my almost-50-year-old brain to explain her tardiness.

Thankfully, I work with a great group of folks near this same age who were willing to join in to an impromptu game of charades.

“Root canal!”

“Ear ache!”

“Web cast!”

“That’s it – web cast!”, I exclaimed when someone guessed the word that had escaped me moments before.

Why is it that I can remember the phone number that I had as a child? Why can I remember the phone number the best friend I had as a child? There are so many little tidbits of minutiae in this brain that there’s no room for the current things that I need to be able to retrieve on a moment’s notice.

I’m beginning to develop a repetoire of little tricks to help me survive these forgetful days. I take more notes, sticky notes are my friend. Visual clues are especially useful to remind me of things that I need to do; if I run out of something I’ll put the empty container in my care to remind myself to pick it up on the way home from work.

So, I’ll keep relying on these little tricks and hope that my co-workers are always up for another game of charades.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Lol, I think we all have those moments. I am forever walking into a room and then not remembering what I went there for!

  2. Love impromptu situations like that. A good laugh is the best medicine for worry.

  3. I have those moments also. My teenage son loves it when I do or when I say something totally off the wall about soemthing. I rack it up to fibro fog/blonde moment.

  4. I am thinking that I have so many facts running around in my brain that it is natural for some to fall out sometimes. At least that makes me feel better–and I keep lists also!

  5. I’ve always been a list maker and note keeper, but I think we just get overloaded as we get older, or at least that’s what I like to think.

  6. I’m right there in the charade boat with ya! Forgetting common words is the worse. I often wish I could defrag and compact my gray matter.

  7. Who are you?? LOL! Oh–now I remember! Now the next question is–who am I?? LOL!

    I amaze myself that I can write two meaningful words together most days never mind remember why I went into the same room three times and still didn’t get what I went there for! LOL!

    Thanks for the giggle!

  8. It’s called age! We all get it! I read somewhere that we just have so much information we have gathered over the years–something has to give!! Consider yourself in good company!

  9. How refreshing to know I’m not the only one with this affliction!! It’s a good thing that we can all laugh about it!

  10. Does this help when trying to remember my children’s names? I usually run through the entire list and rarely get their identity correct. Oh bother…

    Thanks for visiting the blog. Come anytime.


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