(repeating and continuing previous blog)
Sometimes it’s not just the memory that’s important but the timing of the memory. Yesterday, I put frozen cranberries into the blender as the start of a healthy shake. The trick was to remember to put the cover on the blender before I pushed the button. I had placed the cover right beside the blender, so I knew what I was doing, I just remembered the wrong thing first. On the other hand, it was a beautiful sight; the brightly colored berries flying through the air – my did they fly - landing on floor and countertops. And it was good exercise, picking up all those cranberries. Maybe I should get my camera out and try it again.
It's the same idea as trying to remember someone’s name. You can remember the name o.k., you just can’t remember it at the precise moment when you are called upon to introduce that person. And medications: they are all lined up for the day, but you have to remember them at the time you need to take them – before breakfast, after breakfast, noontime, before dinner, after dinner, bedtime. These times slip by awfully quickly. And meetings. I know the meeting is at one o’clock. It’s just that at one o’clock I don’t happen to think of the meeting. Then there are birthdays. I never forget a person’s birthday. But I don’t seem to be able to coordinate the remembering of the birthday with the actual act of purchasing and mailing a card. I must say, however, that there is one thing I never forget to be on time for, and that’s dinnertime.