No, I Didn't Say "A Trophy," I Said "Atrophy"

My mind is lost.

Gone.

Kaput.

Vanished into thin air.

I've been forgetting things lately. Somewhat important things, some of them. Others, not so much. But make no mistake, they've all been forgotten...at least for a time.

This morning, and really most of the day today, was a great example. Last night I reminded myself that I was making beef stew for dinner. I saw the ingredients in the fridge. I made a mental note to get up early to put everything in the crockpot before work. Check.

I saw the checkbook on the desk. Made another mental note to go to the bank before work to transfer some funds from one account to another. Check.

I went to bed.

I got up this morning and made the world-famous chocolate-chip pancakes for the kidlings. After taking two of them for my breakfast-on-the-way-to-work trip, filling up my ice water cup, and starting to leave, I stopped for a moment at the top of the stairs to gather my thoughts.

"What have I forgotten to do or take or put on?" I said to myself.

And I couldn't think of a thing. So I left for work.

Everything for the beef stew stayed in the fridge, right where I left it the night before. The checkbook stayed right on the desk.

My memory checks had bounced. Big time.

And it didn't stop there.

When I got to work I found I had forgotten my lunch. Thankfully, I was scheduled to help out with a luncheon being held today, so that meant I could eat. The only bad part was that I'd agreed to help out because I forgot that I was supposed to cover the switchboard. But that turned out to be a good thing, because I forgot that I'd asked my part-timer to come in just long enough to cover the phones for the receptionist's lunch and break time. But I did that before I remembered that I was supposed to both cover the switchboard and serve lunch at the same time.

Are you confused yet? Because if you aren't, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

Because really, I am known for my prowess at total recall. At least of things that happened forty years or so ago, give or take a century. But when it comes to daily, pick-up-the-kid-after-school-and-grab-a-gallon-of-milk kinds of things?

Not so much.

And it's getting worse as I get older. You'd think that after trying to remember stuff for most of my life, I'd be really good at it by now. You really would think that, wouldn't you? I know I did.

NEWS FLASH: We're both wrong. Dead wrong. Oh, so VERY dead wrong.

I would worry about Alzheimer's if it weren't for the fact that I've been like this for the past, oh, THIRTY-FIVE YEARS or so. But it seems to be more of a genetic malfunction rather than a disease. I firmly believe I just missed a chromosome somewhere.

Now, if I could only remember where I put it.....

Psalm 63:6

On my bed I remember You; I think of You through the watches of the night.

Psalm 105:5

Remember the wonders He has done, His miracles, and the judgments He pronounced,