Memory

[stoutfellow]

There's some road repair in progress on campus, with the result that the bus I normally take is being detoured from its usual stop. I learned this this morning, on my way to work. By the time I decided to go home again, of course, I had forgotten. I went to the usual stop and, to pass the time, began playing one of my memory games with myself. (Yes, I recognize the irony.) After a while, I heard the bells tolling the half-hour, an indicator that the bus would be there within a few minutes. It was at that point that I remembered the detour. (Off to one side was a sign announcing the detour, which somehow managed to be both large and unobtrusive.) There were two other people at the stop, an older black man and a petite Indian woman; I told them what was going on, and we all hustled over to the correct pickup spot.

As it happens, I missed my bus. On the other hand, the other two were spared that fate, and I got a very pretty smile of gratitude from the Indian, so I'm going to count the whole thing on the plus side of the ledger.

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[hornedhopper.livejournal.com]

Snort! But I guess the memory games must be doing *some* good, as you did eventually remember (g).

Apparently this Lupron shot that I need to take (and seem to be procrastinating about) is also being looked at for treatment of early Alzheimer's. So, I may end up with effect I don't want, but am anticipating a lovely return of my previously good memory!!