“How can someone forget that they bought a pig!?”

I have to say, on reflection, that my wife had a point. I have started to forget things more and more often, but they’re usually the little things I forget, not the big ones. I’m sure I would have remembered buying a pig.

“Did you let the cat out?” Sue will ask. I have to think very hard before I can say with confidence, “I don’t remember.” One Thursday I forgot to put out the trash, even though I knew it was Thursday and trash day has been Thursday for as long as I can remember, which is about the last three months. I’ve been missing my iPod for nine weeks now. (I bought a new one and still the old one hasn’t shown up.) There’s no counting the times I have walked into a room to get something and forget what it was. I used to be able to remember to put out the trash and to take something out of the freezer for dinner and to let the cat in at the same time. Now it’s one or the other, but not all three and rarely two.