This hopefully humorous rant was inspired by all those people who insist that after the age of forty, simple forgetfulness is the result of getting older.

The sorts of things I forget are my glasses, or those gifts all wrapped by the door? I forget to put them in the car, or I promise to pick up something on the way home and… I forget.

“Oh-uh-ohh! Getting older!” they sing. Shut up, I say.

In my case, forgetfulness is a personal characteristic. I own it. If it were age related, what was my excuse decades ago? Goodness knows I could be just as forgetful then, and likely worse. There was the time I ran around my house in a panic looking for my car keys. I just had them a minute ago! And there they were — in my hand. And I was young then — in my early thirties, probably running late, and obviously, more than slightly disorganized. Ah, the joys of youth.

Over the decades I have learned how to deal with my natural absent-minded forgetfulness. Ha! The wisdom of years.

And, in these days before Christmas I am pleased to remember to wish all of you the best of good tidings and joy, however you choose to celebrate.

We’ll take a break to rejuvenate and return on the first Sunday in 2019!

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Anne Milne is an every Sunday blogger.  I keep it short and to the point.  Topics are as wide ranging as a straight but not narrow path.