Hooray, it's 2015 and I can forget about all the things I forgot last year.

Today, with a clear mind unclouded by lots of holiday details, I resolve to enhance my memory by doing crossword puzzles, eating lots of chocolate and taking Zumba classes.


Had I taken a full day or two during the holiday rush to do one of the New York Times crossword puzzles, I might not have had so much trouble finding the adhesive tape and scissors while I was wrapping gifts.

For that matter, I might have remembered where I put the special ornament I purchased for my son that I never found.


I might not have misplaced my credit card bill nor forgotten to put the name on a wrapped gift that had to be unwrapped in order to discover whose present it was.

But, of course, my poor brain was saturated with Christmas details and when that happens, forget it.

Throughout the past year, however, even when life wasn't as hectic, I still forgot some things — such as my sunglasses, which I lose habitually.

Hey, doesn't everyone lose their sunglasses sometime?

For instance, when I'm on the go and stop to grab a quick cup of coffee, it's natural to leave them on the counter while paying the barista, especially when I'm lugging a purse and holding a super-sized hot beverage.

Adding to the problem is retracing my steps to the particular place where I might have left them. If I had eaten a chocolate truffle, I might have deduced the exact location.

From time to time, I can forget little details such as when our next neighborhood luncheon is, though we meet on the same day monthly.

And sometimes I forget a person's name. This always seems to happen when I need to introduce that individual to someone.

Maybe a morning dance routine to a Latin beat would shake up the sleeping brain cells that could prevent such embarrassment.

But I'm not the only one, mind you.

There's my husband, who couldn't find his cellphone, only to discover it in the pocket of the pants he had laundered.

And how many times have you seen a moving car with a beverage perched on its roof — the result of the driver placing it there while he was either getting gas or loading up the car?


Let's not forget the time change when we forward the clocks or turn them back the night before. If you're in church the next day, you'll notice the change in attendance.

Also, leaving a credit card in a restaurant after having paid the bill is a problem that strikes often when the waiter returns the card to the table in a leather folder that's soon forgotten during conversation.

So in sharing good company with other forlorn forgetters, I am assured that my brain is — for the most part — functioning normally at this point in my life.

To add to the crossword puzzles, chocolate and dance exercise, I could try taking a memory-retention class, something I did years ago when I was interviewing an instructor for an article I was writing.

The lesson included mental exercises involving association that could help a person recall names. I took notes furiously and had all the information I needed at the conclusion of the class. That is, all but one thing.

I couldn't remember the instructor's name.

Dolly Merritt writes from Westminster.

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