It is only through stubbornness that I force myself to write this. It is hard to overcome the habit of NOT posting here which has become my default position. I have excuses, of course. A lot of legal hocus pocus has been going on; strictly speaking, it is not my personal business, so I won't expand on it. Then the computer broke down--a good excuse and one I have taken maximum advantage of.
I had the computer set up perfectly; my laptop was jury rigged to connect to my gigantic monitor, speakers, and a mouse. I haven't reassembled the monster yet; just using the laptop as, of all things, a laptop. Anyway, there was Thanksgiving. Then the plumber was needed. My right foot developed a sore spot. Then I turned my left ankle. My iPhone stopped working. Something got stuck in the sink disposal unit, requiring another visit from the plumber. Then the cable television stopped working. Then I had to take Mr Charm for cataract surgery. Then I dropped the cordless phone for the land line and destroyed it. Next, a flat tire. None of these is a tragedy, they all happen to everyone, but not all at once.
Oliver Sachs says he cannot recognize faces, even of people he has known a long time. He also gets lost. I am so glad to learn that someone else shares these weaknesses with me. I lived in New Jersey for 28 years and never really found my way around. Fortunately, I now have a GPS. I recognize people, sort of, but can't remember who they are, exactly. After an ahah moment, I recall who they are. But I am hell on recognizing cars.
I remember my car, in general. That is, I know it is white, four-door, has a sun roof and a spoiler and a rubber antenna. I just don't know what it looks like. So the other day I walked up to a car that looked pretty much like mine, clicked the unlock button, and it didn't light up. I got in anyway and noted with pleasure that it was cleaner than I had remembered. Then I looked at the dashboard and discovered that it was a Toyota. I had gotten into the wrong car! I quickly exited. Why does everyone have white cars anyway? What's up with that?
Funny how it works. When one thing goes wrong, it seems like a dozen other things develop a problem. Lassitude is the general result.
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