It seems like everyone around me is repeating the same stories over and over again. So many times I want to cut in and say, “Stop, stop, stop, you told me already!” But I don’t — I listen and realize that even though I heard this already I don’t remember how it ends. It’s like watching “Law and Order” over and over again and each time never quite remembering who did it.
As I write this the “Law and Order BINGE-A-THON” is on TV. Yeah, I remember this one. I remember all of them. I remember, I remember, until I don’t. Sometimes I wonder what’s happening to me. Should I be concerned? Is it an age thing? I can’t even remember the title of the book I just read. Should I be concerned? But then I take a step back and realize that I’ve always been like this. Should I be concerned?
Picture this: Three of us sitting at the table. And Thera, says, “I love the part in the book where … blah, blah, blah.” And I’m sitting there nodding my head thinking, “Really? Did we read the same book? How does she remember the scene in such detail. Yes, there was an old guy and a mountain (nod, nod, nod.) All the while Drew is futzing with the music — And he chimes in, “I love this song. She’s great in concert. Remember? We had great seats and the sound was so clean.” (Nod, nod, nod.) Who is this? Was I at this concert? Drew did mention seats . . . click, cick, click goes my brain — great seats? He didn’t mention food. But still, it could be City Winery. (Nod, nod, nod.)
And the book — let me look it up — “The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window,” by Jonas Jonasson recommended by Marcia, marcia, marcia . . . please, stop me if I’m repeating myself.