no joking matter

Today, according to my west coast brother is "I Forgot Day." At my age this is really not a laughing matter, although I must admit I chuckled when a friend told me that she couldn't find her car keys recently until she checked the rerigerator.  In her defense, she had been putting some carry-out in the refirgerator and her keys were in her hand.  I recently spent a half hour searching for my glasses, which isn't easy when you can't see anything without them.  And no, they weren't on my head.  They were actually cleverly disguised as a couple of wiggly lines on my patterned bedspread.  I'm an habitual list maker which does help me remember most of what I need to do, unless I forget to check my list.  When I get really worried about forgetting things I remember an incident that happened when my daughter was 18.  Yes! I can remember that far back.  She walked into the kitchen while I was fixing supper and said "Now, what did I come in here for?"  I was so relieved to know this doesn't only happen to old people.  Mind you, I was only 45 at the time, but I have clung to that memory like a security blanket.