Grew up on a farm, us kids would take our dog to a pond a couple of miles away to play. As far as we knew he never went there without us. He loved the pond, splashing in the water and chasing the ducks. He grew older and slower and I was away at college when my mother said he had disappeared. We found his body at the pond – dog heaven.
I fear my problem may be the lack of barrier between the thought and speech areas of my brain.
Just finished making some masks for us. I like to sew, and mask making is “easy”, but nothing is easy for me the first time around. I’m thinking that it would be just my luck if they declare that virus emergency over and masks are not needed as soon as I get mine ready to wear. : )
Sad. It’s odd the things that survive in memory. A relative with Alzheimers could give me tips on how to handle a wheelbarrow, but didn’t know who I was.
Because I don’t have a good memory, I keep all sorts of information on my phone. More than once I have been in the middle of a conversation, running around the house looking for my phone and then realizing I have it in my hand.
Worked as a nurse in various settings for more than 40 years. Loved it! Sometimes sad, but always interesting.
I love HLN “Forensic Files” – truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.
Didn’t realize that. I actually have a grave site and a marker with my name on it all set up, except for date of death. The fellow making the marker wanted to know date of death and I told him I didn’t know yet.