Those whose job it is to think up things to celebrate have
designated July 2 as I Forgot Day. Why? It’s really not a thing we need to
remember.
Remembering the important things is not hard for us seniors
to do. We’ve been calendar-trained. Paper or electronic, we use our calendars
to remind of community and church meetings, doctor’s appointments, parties,
birthdays, anniversaries, and such. Much of our “to do” schedules, like taking
out the trash, are imbedded in our brains. Unless we are the totally
disorganized and perennially late types, “I forgot” is really no excuse to miss
any of life’s important moments, and at this point in our lives we look forward
to being around for each and every event.
What happens to us seniors more and more noticeably it
seems, are the “my mind’s a blank” moments.
My Mind is a Blank Moment Type A -
“Who was that tall movie star who was in, oh, you remember,
the one about the showdown at high noon.” “Good grief, it’s on the tip of my
tongue.” “Ah, I almost had it.” “Geeeze loueeeeese.”
My Mind is a Blank Moment Type B –
“Now where did I put that receipt?” “Where are the car
keys?” “How did we let this milk go bad?”
My Mind is a Blank moment Type C –
“Why did I come in here?” “What did I just think of for the
shopping list?” “Why did I come in here?”
This last type is the most annoying. Recent studies are
coming to the conclusion that just walking through a door can cause memory
lapses. The scene changes and we instantaneously forget what was on our mind.
The only cure is to go back to where we were, look around, let our subconscious
relate to what we see, remember what it is we wanted, and then put that thought
into the active part of our brains until we can get to where we can write it
down or accomplish what we originally thought to do.
While we know we’ll eventually remember Gary Cooper, and we
know we’ll eventually find the car keys, the blanks in Type C are likely to
remain blanks. We can avoid going from room to room, of course, or we can walk
round with a pad and pencil hung around our necks, or, because it probably
wasn’t an earth-shaking thought to begin with, we can chalk it up to another
Senior Moment and, like the Budweiser chameleons, just “let it go, Louie.”