Today, Thanksgiving Day, we had a wonderful feast. My daughter-in-law and my granddaughters prepared and served the meal. I helped with the clean-up and the dishes.
I was putting food away while others were washing and drying dishes. I was asked, “Where does this serving platter go?” I was stumped. I haven’t had a big meal here in years and I haven’t needed to use that platter. I recognized it as one of my mom’s dishes but I couldn’t recall where I store it.
I had to take the plate to the living room and ask Karen, “Where does this plate go?” Everyone roared with laughter at me. Who lives here? Who should know this answer? I had ask where I keep my own dish.
But I’m not really losing my mind. I just didn’t use the dish for at least four years. It’s not really surprising that I didn’t remember where I keep it. I still remember lots of things, —but I do keep misplacing things which should be at my fingertips.