It’s Tuesday. . .Isn’t It?

“It’s Wednesday. Everybody works on Wednesday.”
– Dave

It finally happened to me. I literally forgot the day. Not in an “Oh, I meant. . .” kind of way. In a full on “No, seriously, it’s Tuesday!” It was my lovely wife correcting me so I had every reason to believe her. And eventually, I remembered Tuesday. . .you know, what happened yesterday.

It’s been happening all day. I was taking my son to the pharmacy. I’ve been to the pharmacy dozens (hundreds?) of times. The pharmacy is located next to the hospital. My children were born in that hospital. My grandchildren were born in that hospital.

And yet. . .as I turned a corner to cut through the parking lot I realized that I had made a wrong turn. The building we all wrong.

Oh man, why’d I turn here?

It’s a shortcut to the pharmacy.

No, the building is all wrong. I turned too early. Let’s see if I can. . .

I hadn’t turned early. And as far as I knew the building hasn’t changed in years. And yet, I was certain I was in the wrong spot. I wasn’t just mistaken. I was certain I hadn’t been there before. Of course, I had.

I balanced that little episode out with the one later as I was bringing my daughter home from. We first took her friend home. It was next to the old WordPerfect buildings in Orem, Utah. I helped build those buildings. I was a lowly telephony technician. I helped run wires and setup phones.

I decided to take a backway one that I used to know well. Eventually I found my way through to a main street. A street that again, I’ve been on hundreds of times. I used to get confused making the turn from this street (1500 East, but unless you’re from Pleasant Grove, or Lindon, you may not know it) onto the street that goes toward our house. I had learned to watch for a particular fence and yard lights to know where to turn.

Tonight, I watched for them and made the turn right onto a wrong street. Not just a wrong street. A street that I had no idea of. My car has a compass and I knew that if I kept going North long enough, I’d eventually arrive at my house or at at least a street that was familiar.

And eventually I did. But, once again, I didn’t realize I’d made the wrong turn. I was certain I made the right turn. And ended up on the wrong street.

Am I having “senior” moments? I don’t think so. I think it’s a side effect of the lockdown. We don’t travel. We don’t meet people. We hardly leave our homes.

I think I’m just forgetting. Forgetting what day it is. Forgetting where I live. Forgetting who I am.

Hopefully you aren’t.

Stay safe

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren.

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