As one who recalls the most minute details of my childhood, I sometimes struggle to access the present perfect adjective or noun when I’m communicating. Recently, in the car singing along with a much beloved CSNY song from the 70s, I was chagrined when I couldn’t recall some of the lyrics I used to know by heart. And then there’s that daily annoyance of having to search for my missing phone if it’s not in plain sight… I’m forced to ask someone to call me until I can hear it ring, muffled under the unfiled papers that cover it or hiding in the laundry basket with the clothing I have just folded.
Sleeplessness haunts me at times in the bedroom and anxious thoughts make my heart beat faster. I remind myself to inhale and exhale slowly and deeply and I can usually find the calm in my mind… My husband Andy shares with me his own trials in worry and forgetfulness or asks me a question he asked yesterday, and I say to myself…. “Uh oh.”
