Dean's gone to a meeting in Cincinnati for a week, so I'm the chef now - run and hide! I put some leftovers in the oven to reheat, then realized it was time to get them out. I got the hotpad (oven mitt?) in my hand...and bent down to open the sink cabinet. I'm staring at pipes and cleaners thinking, "what did I come down here for?" I stood up and remembered I had the hotpad in my hand, so I looked around a minute remembering that there was something on the other side of the kitchen I needed to do with it. Checked the counter, checked the stove, THEN remembered I meant to get the leftovers out of the oven.
I told Dean about it on the phone. He said, "Did you start banging on the sink saying, 'Why isn't this thing getting hot?'" He's going to be so entertaining when I'm institutionalized!
The very slow slippage of the mind is a fascinating thing to undergo. I did at least realize I should turn on the oven light to remind myself that something was in there. Now to find some Sudoku puzzles...
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Wow, this is what happens to brainiacs? Surely then, there is no hope for the rest of us!
I love it!!!! I prefer to think of it as having a lot of things on my mind as a result of a great deal of experience (sound so much nicer than "old age").
Well it's so funny that the body knows what the mind wanted to do - get a hotpad, bend over, and open something. Just got the direction wrong.
I am allowed to cook, but only one thing at a time.
Ha! Maybe I should take some Ritalin to help focus!
I am cooking-challenged as well; and don't get me started on cleaning! I'm sympathetic. And, love, Suduko!
I've heard that puzzles like Sudoku stave off dementia - testing that theory...
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