I have been thinking lately about how as time moves on, my brain seems to need to take breaks more frequently. It has always gone on breaks, but not so often as it does now. Unfortunately, when the brain takes a break, the mouth does not always. That’s when the dumb blonde thing gets reinforced. Before I go on, there is a disclaimer – photos shown in this post relate not at all to the topic, but show scenes that this dreary rainy day in my part of the world makes me long for, as I’m sure it does those of you in the parts of the country that are being covered by snow and cold. All of these photos were taken a few years ago.
There was the time, many years ago now, when husband and I were driving up the California coast. I was the passenger, and usually when I am a passenger, my brain goes into neutral at the very least, and very often just takes a long break. On this occasion, I was watching the ocean and looking at the map and noticed the many rivers that connected with the sea. Brain break – I said “these rivers that run off the ocean must be saltwater rivers”. I said that, yes, I did. A statement that haunted me for many many years.
Then there are the times – too frequent, unfortunately – where my brain goes on break when I put something in a safe place. Then, when I need that something, my brain cannot tell me where to look because it was not with me when I put it away. That happened with a passport once – I was changing purses and always when I change purses there will be a pile of litter from the collection of items within the old purse that needs to be discarded. My suspicion is my brain shut down at the moment I took the passport out of the purse and it ended up in the litter pile instead of the put away pile.
Or the time – who am I kidding? times – I have hunted for my keys and cannot find them anywhere, only to discover they are hanging from my finger. Yes, the finger on that hand that is attached to the wrist that is attached to the arm that is attached to my shoulder – but obviously not recognized by my brain. The brain that went asleep or on break or just got angry with me and chose not to communicate.
Cell phone left in a pocket when clothes are changed. Or set down somewhere because I have to go do this very quickly but I’ll come right back and get the phone. Except by the time I remember I set the phone down, I can’t remember where.
Questions asked because curiosity is aroused when I’m out and about and not near a computer – until someone says “won’t your (smart)phone tell you?” Ummm – yes, it will, actually. I do have that item, right here in this pocket, don’t I?
The shopping trips for needed items, and when I get home and am putting things away I realize I forgot – something – but I don’t write it down on my board right that second. So now it’s time to go to town again because I need things – but, what things? Brain wasn’t there, doesn’t know.
The list of things I must do today. That list I put together in my head last night. That list, you know? Nope, don’t know.
Oh yeah, the show I wanted to watch on TV that I’ve looked forward to for a couple of weeks. That was last night, wasn’t it?
The call I make to a friend to ask a question. The question is, what was the question?
A friend of mine used to say his rememberer was broken, but his forgetter worked perfectly. Yep, I can relate. Too well, I can relate.
There was something else I was going to share – what was that, anyway?
Oh well. That’s how it is. I’ll think of it tomorrow.