Morning, everyone. Happy Sunday. After a damp, drizzly and rather gloomy day yesterday, this morning seems to be a bit brighter. Not exactly sunny but thinner, higher clouds. I haven't been out yet but I bet it is colder too.
Yesterday was, as expected, a slow day. I was quite weary but managed to hold off from actually having a snooze which resulted in a great night's sleep overnight so no complaints there. I pottered - you know what I mean by that - but in the afternoon I took a trip to one of the three (why do we need three, I ask myself) Aldis in town and came out with a steak, some vacu packed chestnuts (for Christmas) and some nice smelly things - candles and reed diffusers - destined for December usage.
The other things I was glad to do yesterday was just to schedule in some of the advent/festive prep stuff. December is pretty clogged in the first two weeks and I don't want to leave everything until the last few weeks. At least I don't have to worry about The Actual Day!
Today is another day with nothing in the diary but it is a two loaf day, as I mentioned before (one for Lindsey and one for Beth). I was hoping to get the dough mixed last night for a long overnight cold ferment but the leaven didn't play ball. It looked beautiful this morning so the dough is mixed and in the middle of its stretch and folds right now.
I had an interesting comment under my Norwich post which started me thinking and you know me, sometimes I like to think out loud - or, rather - through my typing fingers.
This was the comment:
Whatever age I was I'd be very worried if I couldn't remember a place I'd been to just 18 months ago!
First of all, I am not offended and assume the writer meant well. It was anonymous but I am OK with anonymous as long as they aren't nasty. Nasty things would get the boot pretty pronto but I am very lucky that my readers are a really nice bunch and your comments are lovely. Yes, I get spam, although Blogger seems to deal with most of the for me nowadays, but apart from that, yes, I'm lucky. Thank you all very much.
Anyway, I've always been bad with names. When I was teaching, I would click faces straight away, no worries, but it took me longer than average to connect names to those faces. Always. I wonder if it is associated with my poor hearing, which has been an issue since teenage years, in some way.
(I'm also a bit dyscalculic - number sequences faze me, they really do, and always have done)
Ditto with places so as soon as we got to Norwich I knew and I remembered where I needed to go to do what I wanted to do, etc. I remembered the place fine. It was the name and I smile as I type this because that is so very me.
So - worried? Well, no, not really. I've lived with poorish auditory type memory for a very long time, long before I knew about auditory/visual memories, etc.
All my friends of a similar age to me talk about not recalling things as well as they used to. It's not just me!
However, and it is a big however, I do have to bear in mind that my lovely mum had dementia in the last ten-ish years of her life so - who knows, eh? I keep myself active, mentally alert (sudoku type things, reading, word puzzles, outings, blogging, etc), physically fit with my classes and YouTube videos, I'm as social as a rather introverted and hard of hearing person can manage, I keep the hand/eye coordination going through my crafting . . . and I can certainly still string ideas together into a semi-coherent account/waffle/ramble!
My finances are in order with savings in case I do need care in the future as well as my house, etc.
You do what you can, don't you, and accept that some things can't be avoided/changed? I don't worry about this particular thing; worry is a waste of mental energy and there's more than enough things in the world to worry about at the moment anyway, but I do what I can and what will come, will come.
Thanks for the comment. It's good to think about these things from time to time. And thanks to everyone who has made it through to the end without yawning! 😉
Whatever the weather, have a lovely day, everyone. See you tomorrow. xx