I don’t think I’m losing my mind. I however, do have those moments. Along with two other books (which may be why I can’t find my mind sometimes), I’m currently reading Nora Ephron’s latest, I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections, mainly because like her previous book, I Feel Bad About My Neck, the title cracks me up…and subsequently makes me curious.
The first essay is I Remember Nothing and I got stuck there with inspiration because I can relate to losing your memory in some of the ways Ephron exposes. Here she talks about technology and Google:
“I was curious about technology. I became a champion of e-mail and blogs–I found them romantic; I even made movies about them. But now I believe that almost anything new has been put on the earth in order to make me feel bad about my dwindling memory…I am living in the Google years, no question of that. And there are advantages to it. When you forget something, you can whip out your iPhone and go to Google. The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn’t it?”
I don’t know how many times we are trying to think of some actor in some movie and can’t remember the bugger’s name…so we Google it and get our instant answer. I used to be good at this. I could remember names, movies, years, the songs of that year, etc, who performed the song, who was president. Now, I have to sit and think…and sometimes it doesn’t come back. What is happening?
My girl’s have this ChaCha site on their phones that they text. It will answer relatively any question you ask it, even if Anderson Cooper is gay, which we asked it one time while we were watching 360 and pondering that his mother is Gloria Vanderbilt, but I digress here. Mainly I’ve have them Cha-Cha something I can’t think of. Other than that, when on my own I notice things I’m forgetting, like why I went into the kitchen. I stop, get a drink of water, doodle with the magnetic poetry on the fridge, and then just as I’m ready to leave I realize I came in to get the spray cleaner from under the sink to take upstairs for the bathroom mirror. I may be half-way up the steps before I remember that’s what I came down for.
Mind you, my witty people, I’m not that old. Middle aged is hardly old. And I’m not near Nora Ephron’s age, but I still worry. Anyone else worry? I was considering that I may have the first stages of Alzheimer’s, but then I also read somewhere that pre-menopause can cause some sudden short-term memory loss…great! I’m screwed not matter what.
I first noticed memory changes after my first daughter was born. I was still in my twenties. Seriously, I could not remember a thing. I’d leave the headlights on in the car, or forget to lock the front door. I’d set a book down somewhere and then be searching for it. I thought I was literally losing my mind until I saw an interview of the actress Tea Leoni on TV. (She’s married to David Duchovney, Mulder of X-files fame, or are they divorced now? I remember hearing something about porn-addiction. I, of course don’t remember what happened?) Tea said that she felt like she lost half her brain cells after she had her first child, and that she feels you lose more and more with each subsequent addition to your family brood. I started laughing. I wasn’t alone. It was good to hear. I’ve liked her since.
Any memory issues out there among you?
Link for review of I Remember Nothing is here.
By the way, ChaCha said that Anderson Cooper has not publicly discussed his sexuality, in case you were wondering and might lose sleep tonight over that, and of course I share because I do remember it…And if anyone knows the status of the Duchoveny marriage, please let me know.
Never mind, I’ll ChaCha it!!