Memory

> Ok at what age does memory loss start kicking in?
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> I'm doing some trim painting getting ready to paint the deck, I'm down painting around the walk-out basement door, see a nail that needs to be pounded back in to continue painting, so I need a hammer. The closest one being in a tool box in the garage, which means walking up the slope to the deck steps then through the house. So off I go and pick up some sticks that had blown loose the night before and my dog grabs at them before I toss them across the fence, neighbor walking by stops to chat, walk up the deck steps and now have no idea why I'm there.
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> Back down the slope to the walk-out door and see the nail and #$%@# back up the slope, muttering hammer, hammer, hammer...........
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> I'm not all that young anymore but .........:-(

I'm impressed with your ability to recall that episode!

I'm sure it's different with each individual, but by your mid-sixties memory loss should have kicked in full tilt. I've spent an hour walking from room to room trying to figure out why I went in there. Then I remember I'm looking for my glasses.

Dang it! They're hanging in my t-shirt collar...

I've heard that memory loss is one of the three main signs of aging. And I can't remember the other two..:pinch:

I've solved the reading glasses problem.

I buy them in the five pack and have at least one in each vehicle, on each desk, then I'm not always looking for one.;-)

They maybe cheap, but at least they are available

"Ok at what age does memory loss start kicking in?"

When you have to look at your drivers license so you know who you are. 😉

I think it differs with every person. I have seen teenagers with memory loss problems, and then there are the 100 year olds who can remember their whole lives in great detail. I hope to be one of those.

Timely topic here. My wife made an appointment for an oil change on her car, marked it on the calendar, and set my alarm clock so I'd be sure to get up early enough to take it for her, since I'm a lazy retired old bum and she's a spring chicken who is still working.

Then she drove that car to work this morning.

Meanwhile, I was forgetting to check the tire pressures, since I heard a beat note in the tread noise yesterday that, by its behavior on curves, indicated the left front tire was low (but not enough to pull the steering). Fortunately the guys at the oil change place checked all the pressures and told me I had a nail in that tire.

I know my memory is bad, not for recalling what I want to recall, but for remembering that I NEED to recall something. So I take precautions, like the note I put beside the computer about the oil change. I can't get her trained to take the precautions.

What was the question?

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It's not that your memory is going bad. It's just that you don't remember the fact that you always had a bad memory.

The Hereafter

Fred (standing around and looking slightly bewildered): You know Ethel, lately I've been considering the Hereafter alot more than I used to.

Ethel: Why Fred, there's no need for that! You're still in good health. At your last physical, the doctor said you're in better shape than many men 20 years younger than you. Why on Earth would you be thinking about dying?!

Fred: Good grief woman, get a grip! Who said anything about dying! I was just painting by the basement door, walked up the slope, up the deck stairs, and into the garage then stopped and asked myself "What did I come hereafter?"

From personal observation of my son, I can assure you that memory loss starts well before Age 12.

A typical conversation that happens between me and my boy - this one occured after finding my rusty hammer (no rust last time I saw it) in a remote part of the property next to some boards nailed together to make a bike jump:

Me: How many times have I told you to put away tools after you use them?!

Son: I don't remember using that.

Me: And didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to get into my tools unless you asked first?

Son: I don't remember you saying that.

Me: Why are you out here riding your bike right now? Didn't you mom tell you that you had to finish your homework first.

Son: Oh yeah. I forgot.

Me: Forgot!? That was only 15 minutes ago. How could you foget already?

Son: Iunno (mumble-ese for I don't know).

Reminds me of the threesome of old codgers at the golf course who invited me to join them. As their "guest" they let me go first off the first tee. I told them I could hit the ball pretty good but my eyesight wasn't so good anymore. They said they would watch the ball for me. After I hit a pretty good feeling drive I asked, "Did you see where it went?" They all said "Yes." When I asked which way, they all said, "I forgot."

Aloha, MM:
One simple remedy..."live in the now" 😉

It will really suck when my memory goes because I'm known for having a great memory. I think it's really a case of remembering things that are minor while others forget all about those minor things. Anyone can remember the really important stuff like what day the garbage truck makes the rounds. But, remembering who was football homecoming queen in 1988 is typically only remembered by the queen and the ones who didn't get enough votes to be queen. Being able to name all the teachers in your grade school building, not just your teacher, eludes most people over twenty. I don't know why I remember that kind of thing, but I do.

Meanwhile, earlier today I was telling a story that involved a fellow named Tony Nash. I was chatting with a fellow who didn't know Tony but knew his brother Leroy. So, in the middle of my story I start to refer to Leroy then to his brother Tony. Can I think of their last name? No. I've known them for about 35 years. I could tell you almost anything about them at that moment except their last name. You know, their wives names, their kids names, where they live, what they do for a living. But, last name? No way.

Reports indicate that type of forgetfulness is normal and in no way indicates serious memory issues. Of course I can't remember where I read that. 😉

It's funny how I can remember the finest details of work I did ten years ago, but can't remember where I put my car keys five minutes ago. I think to some extent there are just so many more distractions these days and attention spans are getting shorter. It's gotten to the point I'm totally dependent on my phone's reminder app, as soon as something pops into my head I need to do later or some million dollar idea, it goes on that phone to tickle me later at the appropriate time to remind me, otherwise I'm going to get distracted and forget. Post-it's are also my best friend.

I had a doctor tell me it is not a big deal to forget where you left your keys.

It is a big deal if you find your keys and don't know what they are.....

This whole memory thing is explained better here:

Ken

In my case I blame mentalpause.