Or have I already, at the age of 63, used up most of the "remembering" space in my brain?
It gets down right scary sometimes. Like this morning. I took Augie for his monthly spa day. I even arrived a few minutes early so we walked around the property (the groomer, Rene, lives in the country and it was a beautiful morning) until her other doggie customer left. It was all good until Rene came outside to inform me that Augie's appointment was, indeed, tomorrow morning. Ugh!
Also, this week, I discovered by happenstance that I'd totally forgotten about inviting Sue Richardson to participate in my open house next month. She makes really cool things with paper. I had absolutely no memory of ever having contacted her regarding this issue. I was mortified! Thankfully it all worked out but, again, ugh!
I have a calendar in plain site on the kitchen wall. It even has big squares in it so I can write stuff in them. I also have a color coding system for my freelance jobs.
In addition I keep a separate piece of paper pinned above the calender with the current week's appointments written on it. It's my back up in case I forget to look at the damn calendar.
So apparently today I didn't look at either visual reminder. OMG, what's it going to be like 10 years from now? Do you suppose I can hire a young person to make daily reminder calls?
Maybe I'll go back up to the title - is it too late since I've already written about all the above faux pas to convince you that I'm just a very busy lady and that's why I can't remember shit? It is? Damn!