My daughter Christine, who is a nurse, has been worried about me because some of our conversations go like this.
Christine: "The truck broke down. Can you drive me to work tomorrow?"
Me: "Oh sure, hey do you want to see my new blog entry?"
Christine: "That's great Mom. So, I'll be ready to go at 8:30."
Me: "Go where?"
Christine: "To work. In the morning. I need you to drive me to work."
Me: "Okay, that's fine. What time?"
She was afraid I was losing my short-term and long-term memory. Any kind of memory in fact.
Anyway, today she came downstairs and said she wanted to test me. I told her, "It isn't that I don't remember what you say, it is just I am thinking of something else at the time you talk to me or I get distracted by something."
Christine: "Just humor me."
Christine: "I'm going to say three words. Try to remember them and I'll ask you what they are in ten minutes. The words are: dog, car, man."
I immediately picture a dog in a car with a man driving and say, "Okay, I got it."
Ten minutes later she asked what the words were and I rattled them off: dog, car, man. Sandy, my other daughter, was in the room. I smiled triumphantly.
Sandy started laughing hysterically. "What is it?" I asked.
Sandy said, "Christine told me she had forgotten the three words!"
Ha! Once again the old bag wins the day.
I've decided I am going to make an effort to listen carefully when people are talking to me. Especially Christine.