“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
~J. M. Barrie

Today, I am wondering where my mind went.

I nearly forgot to do this blog post.  How is that possible?  I know I have to do a daily blog post.  I’ve done one, day after day, for months.  Nearly six months now.  And, today, it is only by accident, it seems, that there will be something appearing.

I thought of it several times yesterday.  I had a couple of topics in mind.

And then. . .I forgot.

This is a somewhat disturbing trend.

Definitely something to wonder about—where my mind went.

On the other hand, one could wonder about the equally amazing phenomenon that nearly the first thing I thought of when I awoke—far too early this morning—was OMG! I never did my blog post.

Memory is a strange thing.

An odd tightrope.

Sometimes, it seems like the more you put into it the more it can hold.  When I am very, very busy with multiple projects and hundreds of details, I can often track them like a bloodhound.  When I have less to do, it’s like the old brain goes on a slow boat to Bermuda.

Sometimes, though, when I am very, very busy with multiple projects and hundreds of details, the whole thing springs a leak.  Multiple leaks.  Things start slipping through the cracks, and the cracks—well, they start to resemble the proverbial sieve.  Then, when I have less to do, a single-minded purpose, that one thing can become nearly an obsession.

An odd tightrope.

Some days, you over-balance in one direction; some days, it’s the other.

I’ve always had a really good memory.  It’s a bit disconcerting when this kind of thing happens.  As I get older, too, the occasional missed connection gets more worrying.  Is this a trend? I wonder.

I think I’ll spend part of today learning a poem or something.

Memory is a muscle, too.

And I like roses. . .December or otherwise.

(But first, I’m going back to bed.  Later, ‘gators.)