The older I get the more I worry about my brain. I am not nearly so worried about my lack of ability to remember as I am about my children finding out about my lack of ability to remember. How many little memory goofs does it take for a child to decide that I can no longer drive, or live alone? Just because I need a reminder to turn off the oven every time I bake doesn’t mean that I cannot live alone. And just because I put my coffee cup in the refrigerator and bacon in the cabinet doesn’t mean I can’t live alone! I am, however, afraid to ask them how many mistakes I get before they sell off my stuff and deposit me somewhere with a chair and a bed. If that wasn’t worry enough, but now I have to worry about Alexa. I’ve heard that Alexa holds information that a child could obtain and I’m not technologically smart enough to know how to permanently delete it. My shopping list might convict me of memory loss if read by a child looking for evidence. You see, Alexa doesn’t give me adequate time to begin to give her an item, and then remember the entire sentence, before putting it on my shopping list. For instance, my list says, “cheap” (it took a minute to remember paint brush), “yellow” (mustard didn’t return to the mind instantly), and “1 qt” and “½ qt.” Then, there is the entry that I am convinced Alexa was obviously in conspiracy with my kids — “Dtryrddrtrtdr.” I’m sure I didn’t add that one! Guess I need to collude with my grandkids to get these entries deleted before their parents use them as evidence!
Note to self: Christmas is coming — be extra nice to the kids, and maybe the grandkids too!