Good Morning and happy Monday morning to you. How has the world been treating you so far today? Hopefully well, because it just started. You ever have that short term memory loss? You know the one where is just had an item, oh it could be your car keys, a pen, a letter you name it and for the life of you, you can recall where you set it down at. Oh my gosh I hate those times… I would naturally think, OK! Who is playing tricks on my ass. I bet the similar situation happened to this man. Arthur Cheney we can call it the Holdup-Note Blues: Arthur Cheney, 64, was arrested near Marysville, Calif., in December driving a car that had been spotted at a bank robbery. On the center console of the car, officers found a yellow "sticky" note with a handwritten "Robbery 100s and 50s only." Said an officer, "We call that a clue." [Marin Independent Journal, 12-12-07] Now just where did I put that note at? It was right here! So short term memory loss can reach up and bite ya. I recall many times waking up during the night to Lizard barking. Well her barking during the night normally means someone is outside and she is just warning us. Well, when she is outside and cars go by on the road…I do not really require being notified. It’s like…”Good Dog, now who forgot to let you back inside from your nightly outdoor visit?” See, Liz is an insider who needs to be let out time and time again but not forgotten about. I recall one time she was just covered in snow. I have went to bed early as I often do, because I am just an old fuddy duddy and can’t stay up like I used to. I think it was about 1:30 am or so I heard her muffled woofs like whoooff whooof cough! Cough! I thought to myself am I dreaming or is there a dog outside barking… I know Liz would be barking right back at the dog…but I do not hear her… So I get up out of bed…and you know when you wake up at that time and really wake up, there is no going back to sleep. So I trudge downstairs being careful not to wake anyone by stumbling over Liz who usually resides on the staircase deck. What is that dang thing called where your stairs go so far up and then change directions in the opposite way? Landing? Yeah I think that is it.. because that is where Liz normally lays her big butt down and I either step on her or trip over her into the wall. Good dog… way to keep me on my feet…or off perhaps… But she was not there… so I go down flip on the dining room chandelier which lights up, like right now… then I have the sun grins… you know that little god given attribute when your eyes can not take the harshness of the light…yeah now I am totally awake no chance for sleeping at all, I look out through the French door blinds and oh is it snowing, like no tomorrow, I think it was last year or the year before. It was the time when Jessica our oldest was home for Christmas or her birthday or what ever, hell I can only remember the funny things… anyway I see this figure out on the deck that looks like a sack of potatoes covered in snow… well the sack moved… I jumped, hell yes I jumped I just woke up and eyes finally focused on the sack and well the sacks name was Lizard, Lizard the snow covered dog. I open the door and she looks at me like…about frigging time you idiot I could have froze to death out here. Well she scampers in and did I say I was awake? Well I did not know how awake until she preceded to dump what was on her back all over me and the floor. Yeah I am awake now… So short term memory can bite you in the butt, however she did not. But as I get older I find it harder and harder to crack jokes about seniors and their minds going on them….
May your day be simply marvelous, may there never come a time when a dog dumps snow on your legs in the middle of the night and most of all, may you never leave an incriminating note in plane sight.
A huge hug and many well placed pats
Mart
