Forgetful? Me?

I was chatting with a friend - who mentioned opening a kitchen cupboard drawer and discovering... the salad she had meant to put in the fridge!

She laughed it off... But I was a little concerned. I have also found myself doing some strange things... The other day, I was about to put the milk on the cupboard shelf where the peanut butter goes... (I was putting both the peanut butter and the milk away... I just got the two mixed up!) I laughed that one off, too... but Terry gave me a strange look!

Am I getting forgetful? Or have I just stopped thinking as carefully as I used to. After all, my days blend into a pleasant kind of blur... I seem to do a lot.. (Gardening is taking up a lot of my time this week.) I knit and crochet. I'm never bored - and time passes quickly. I just have to think hard to remember what I did yesterday - and sometimes I get confused about what day of the week it is...

Does that mean I'm starting to be forgetful?!

A few months ago, I (foolishly) signed up to work on our upcoming municipal election. I did it together with a friend... who subsequently backed out. But I decided to go ahead on my own. I was informed of three dates: the training session, the date I was to pick up my box of supplies, and election day (place and time). I attended the training session, and wrote the other two dates on my calendar...

The other night I came home around 8... to discover a message on the answering machine informing me I had not picked up my box of supplies... Really?! I thought I needed to do that the following day! (I had marked the wrong date on my calendar!)

The only positive twist in this forgetfulness issue is that my 91-year-old mother, who was diagnosed with early stages of dementia a few years ago, started taking medication for it, not to retrieve her memory, but to slow down memory loss... And some days she really surprises me!

The other day, I mentioned London, England to her - and she commented: London! An interesting city. I was there once, and I remember seeing the furniture used by Queen Victoria.

I hadn't heard her say that before - and her trip to London would have been about 45 years ago!

So - as I wonder how forgetful I really am - it's encouraging to know that there is medication out there that could help me if it really gets bad!