Just forget it!

I would like to know who keeps moving my stuff. Things like my cell phone, glasses, and car keys constantly show up in unusual spots around the house.

Is it forgetfulness? Today's technology overloading my brain?

Whatever it is, it’s becoming a trend. Lately I've been reaching for words I cannot find. Names of people evade me. I get to the top of the stairs and suddenly can't remember why I climbed them. Walk into the kitchen, and the reason I'm there leaves me.

While I often cannot recall an actor's name, I can usually drag up the first letter of his/her name. "His name begins with 'T'," I tell my husband. To which he'll reply, "Tim Robbins." Clearly, I've helped procure this information, so I call it a win.

When I mention to my friends about getting to the top of the stairs and not remembering why, they nod their heads in understanding. I am not alone, though this doesn't make me feel better when my phone goes missing. Without a landline, losing my cell becomes a game of hide and seek. Was this game actually fun as a kid? I forget.

For the important stuff, I've incorporated a 3-tiered memory system: Leaving reminders on the night table, on the bathroom mirror, and a note on the steering wheel of the car and pray no one calls me before I accomplish the task.

How my brothers, sister, and I laughed growing up when our father fumbled and called us by each of our siblings' names, and sometimes the dog's name. And here we are doing the same thing. Our children’s names evading our tongues. Oh, how the mighty fall.

If I missed your birthday or anniversary, or forgot to return your call, I apologize. Things are progressing, but in the wrong direction. See, I've already forgotten the point of this story. So, I'll just end here.