Koda's Corgi Tales

Fifty must be the year one starts to lose their memory; I'm not talking about the beginnings of dementia, but just the ability to remember those things they once swore they would never forget. 

When I turned 40, I started noticing more aches and pains and grunts and groans when getting up from the floor or sometimes even off the couch.  I remember my spouse telling me he noticed that when he turned 40 four years before I did.

Now at 50, which just occurred back in December, I find myself not remembering as well as I used to.  I blame it on stress, but I don't think so because I've been stressed incredibly worse at times than I've been since I turned 50. I think at age 50 the memory starts to go.  I find myself having to write down numbers I used to rattle off the top of my head. And yesterday morning, before beginning my work, when signing onto my account to get into my time card and begin the day, I totally forgot the number I needed to punch in. The number I had used for the last 20 months at least 2-3 times a day. So when I finally remembered it after a few tries with the wrong number, what did I do? I wrote it down because I thought "I'm going to forget this if I don't".

I need to start writing down more memories, not only from my mom's life but my life, before they start slipping away.

Hmmm, wonder what 60 will bring?

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