THE ” WHATCHA MACALLIT” SYNDROME

Liz turned to me with a serious smile and revealed; “I lose at least two nouns a day.” To which I replied,quite earnestly; “I wish I could lose two pounds a month!”

As you can see, we were not on the same page; but as you might imagine, living in a “Senior Residence”, we could not crudely conclude; “different strokes for different folks”……certainly not!

As our failures to recall things may only be missing for the moment; we often remember them on the way down on the elevator. or the minute the door slams. We could later send a thank you note to to the questioner for waiting, but we would probably forget; “Where did I put that pencil?” So, we move on.

Even back in my young days… when Mrs. What’s-her-name, my teacher, would warn:”Never let a participle dangle”… Much less; “Split an infinitive”. I don’t recall ever doing either, but there you are.

People never have to say to me; ” I wish I had your memory”… I would have been compelled to say; ” Silly… men do not have mammaries !

In all, the kindest thing we can do is nod politely to the comment that we cannot hear, about the unfortunate loss of  that persons whatcha macallit… which is, of course, her walker. It’s hardly lost; perhaps just split to infinity, or is just participlely dangling somewhere.

See , I did remember!  You just forgot.

 

 

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I am a retired great grandfather, father of four; a writer (long time blogger) and visual artist. And, most importantly,a believer in the power of God to change lives..

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