Tonight for supper we had breaded pork chops, baked red potatoes and yellow beans. I thought that the mixed berry applesauce I happened to have on hand would complement this nicely.
My husband looked at it and said, "Is this applesauce?"
Then before I had a chance to respond, he tasted it and said, "Oooo...that's good."
About 5 weeks ago, I also served this type of applesauce. On that occasion, my husband said, "Is this applesauce? Oooo...that's good."
He has no recollection of this prior and identical conversation. When I attempted to remind him, he responded, "Well, there's an advantage of being forgetful! You can be pleasantly surprised twice."
So perhaps I have discovered a test for early dementia. I will wait five weeks, serve mixed berry applesauce again, and if we have this conversation a third time, I will be genuinely worried. In the meantime, I will enjoy the fact that his taste buds were delighted with a "new" flavor twice.
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
On being forgetful
This morning I had a great idea for something to write on my blog, but I didn't have time to get online and create it. I was sure I wouldn't forget later. So now, it's later, and I have no idea what the topic was that inspired me this morning. Unfortunately, it's not the first time this has happened.
My mind is no longer the steel trap that it was in my youth. I go to the refrigerator and forget what I intended to get out. I walk up the stairs and can't remember what I intended to do. I start dusting and get distracted, and then don't remember where I left the dust cloth. I intend to call someone on Monday and finally think of it Wednesday or Thursday.
Strangely, I can still quote things I learned as a child and teen. I remember silly songs, Bible verses, and the beginning of Caesar's Commentary on the Gallic Wars. As my father aged, he reached a point where he almost lived in World War II and told and retold stories constantly. I suppose someday I will talk endlessly about the wild and crazy stuff that happened in nursing school and college.
I survive at work by making lists....I have a list of what needs to be accomplished in the month, another for the week, another for the day. I'm planning to retire before I have to make hourly lists.
My mind is no longer the steel trap that it was in my youth. I go to the refrigerator and forget what I intended to get out. I walk up the stairs and can't remember what I intended to do. I start dusting and get distracted, and then don't remember where I left the dust cloth. I intend to call someone on Monday and finally think of it Wednesday or Thursday.
Strangely, I can still quote things I learned as a child and teen. I remember silly songs, Bible verses, and the beginning of Caesar's Commentary on the Gallic Wars. As my father aged, he reached a point where he almost lived in World War II and told and retold stories constantly. I suppose someday I will talk endlessly about the wild and crazy stuff that happened in nursing school and college.
I survive at work by making lists....I have a list of what needs to be accomplished in the month, another for the week, another for the day. I'm planning to retire before I have to make hourly lists.
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