I have one.

The night before last, as I was writing yesterday’s blog post, I had a great idea for today’s.  It was so good that I debated with myself.  Should I write it instead of the Scissor Fit post?  I decided, no, I would write the Scissor Fit post and save this new idea for another day.

And, you know what happened then, right?

I didn’t write it down.

Aaaaaaaarggggggghhhhh!

The days when I could effortlessly recall every little thing seem to be gone.  I can still recite huge chunks of plays I did in my giddy youth.  There are poems that are permanently lodged in my brain.  But the reason I came into this room two seconds ago. . .not so much.

Now, I’m not saying that I never used to forget things.

It’s a fact that about once every seven years, I would be peacefully sitting at home, about to have a lovely meal I had cooked myself, when the phone would ring and somebody would say, “Where are you?” and I would have to rush out to some important meeting that had completely slipped my mind.  It was always upsetting and embarrassing, but it truly only happened about once every seven years—and almost never after I got my Palm Pilot.  (I still say the Palm Pilot has the best reminder application!)

Nowadays, I rarely have meetings I am supposed to attend, but I do have other things I am planning.  There are things I want to pick up at the store, blog posts I want to write, little tidbits of news I want to tell a friend or relative.  It’s a bit worrisome that they slip my mind more often than they used to do.

I think it’s because I have more time than I used to have.  Few things have to be done today; there’s always tomorrow.  There’s a nice leisurely feel to that—except that I always seem to be busier now than I was in the days when I had a full-time job and rehearsals every night—but it does seem to rust the old steel trap.

I think one of my New Year’s Resolutions might have to be to memorize some monologues or a sonnet or two.

Just to see if I still can.