by Margaret Radisich Sleasman

Created on: August 28, 2009

"Hmm, well there was a story there a minute ago." I am using that statement more and more these days; and, what's really funny is that my husband uses it now too. "Welcome to my world old man, we've got the aches and pains, the bad hearing, poor eyesight, wrinkles and now no memory!" Finally a perfect marriage where neither one of us talks, hears, or sees the other one.

It starts out so innocently by misplacing an item here or an item there and moves on to having absolutely no idea where anything is and even why you would want it if you could find it. Hubby is going to retire soon so we are not quite as old as some of you think we are, but getting close to that Social Security and Pension age. We have discussions like, "I should retire this year because I really don't want to die first. On the other hand, if I retire early, I may die sooner from boredom." Then of course (because I am really mean) I answer, "Who are you, and why are you in my house?" That always upsets him, as he is never sure if I am joking or if I really don't know who he is.

On a particularly good day I can swear up and down that we discussed something fully three days ago. He doesn't remember if it is true and neither do I, but neither one will give in; but after going back and forth a few times, we have forgotten the subject anyway. "Let's save that discussion for tomorrow." The particularly fun thing is when we get something new that has extra springs or other replacement parts in the box. "OK, we need to put these parts somewhere where we can find them when we need them." I have to call one of the kids, ask them to come over and witness where we put the parts. "OK, parts are here, does everyone remember?" "Yes we do!" About ten minutes later, the "kid" who is perturbed about having to drive ten miles to be a witness to the placement of some spring that we could buy for a dime if we needed one, doesn't care where it is and grumbles "how and the heck long are they going to live?" as he goes out of the driveway.

Several weeks later we need the part, of course neither one of us can remember where we put it, we also cannot remember which kid came to witness the safe storage of it (the kid knew we wouldn't which is another reason he didn't care). Oh well, just go buy another, and we'll save the part again. Someday, after we are gone, the kids will be cleaning out our stuff and they will have all the parts they will ever need for whatever this contraption is.

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