I use to pride myself in my memory. I never needed a calender because I always remembered what and where I was suppose to be. Lately this has changed. Maybe this is a sign that I am getting old, but I have started to forget about places I am suppose to be. Usually I have this nagging feeling that I am suppose to be somewhere I just do not know where. I sit there and agonize over the days of my youth. My good looks and good memories have left me and now all I have is a cloud of haze, purple haze actually.
I went to breakfast with a friend on Thursday, he is Egyptian (pretty cool right, reaching out to the minority). We were talking about a friends wedding that was coming up on Saturday (today) and about the reception. Immediately that nagging feeling set in. It can only be described as a wife nagging at her husband about taking out the trash. I don’t know what that is like, but you know what I am talking about. I realized that I had not even thought about going to the reception let alone that there was a reception. Usually after weddings a reception follows. I really do not know how this did not cross my mind. So now I was going to a reception after the wedding, no problem I got plenty of free time. We finished our eggs and hash browns and went home. That night as I was trying to go to sleep and that feeling came back. That feeling like I was forgetting something. Oh ya, I am suppose to play drums this Saturday night for church and cannot go to the wedding reception because I am suppose to be drumming it up with Kirk Bob.
What once was a thing of pride has turned into a big problem. I have had to start writing everything down because I will forget about where I am suppose to be. It could actually get worse. I could be standing in the middle of an intersection wondering where I am at, that is when I really need to hang it up. But for now I have to treat my calender like a best friend and tell it everything.