Forgetfulness
doesn’t just belong to the older crowd. I never have been good with names? BUT,
let’s face it…Our “rememberers” get a bit more rusty as we get older…
Its not
unusual to be driving and momentarily forget where you are going, or to be
walking from one room to another and forgetting what your purpose is..then
having to turn around and go back to the first place in order to remember. …
But let me
tell you about Harriet.
Fred’s
Denver sister Harriet went to see the movie “Gravity”. A 3-D movie about space and astronauts, the
movie is also shown in “normal” two dimensional. The movie is incredibly realistic…and the
space debris appears to float off the screen into the audience. Harriet paid
for the 3-D experience, grabbed the 3-D glasses, and entered the “Gravity”
auditorium. She put on the big glasses and watched the entire movie. She
remarked to us that the effects were not very dimensional.
Fred figured it out. “You did what we almost
did. You walked into the wrong auditorium!” We realized that she watched the
entire movie with the dumb glasses on her face and was in the 2-dimensional
movie! “I didn’t REMEMBER what 2-D meant. I wondered why the effects were not
very 3-dimensional”, she added.
This one involves Fred.
Every
morning Fred makes his own breakfast. I brew the coffee, but he gets to decide
what he wants to eat and he has a routine! Boy, does he have a routine!
One part of
his 5 step plan in the morning is to take 2 or three slices of bacon out of the
meat tray in the refrigerator, place the bacon on a paper towel, place the
paper towel on a paper plate, and cover the bacon with another paper towel.
Then he puts the plate in the microwave, and lets it sit there for a bit.
Fred then
goes to the bathroom and combs his hair and brushes his teeth.. Now he is ready
for breakfast. He then returns to the kitchen and punches the minutes into the
microwave while he is getting his fruit and yogurt or whatever.
Now, our
refrigerator is not Betty Crocker neat. It is full, and stuff is sometimes
piled on stuff. While he was in the refrigerator the contents (including a jar
of jelly) rolled out onto the floor. I heard Fred mumbling about it, but I
didn’t pay much attention.
Undaunted,
he proceeded with his bacon “preparation” process and then disappeared to get
ready for the day. He returned to the kitchen and punched the microwave. Away
it hummed.
After
pouring his coffee and toasting his bread, Fred opened the microwave to take
his bacon out and there was NOTHING inside. He stood there dumbfounded! “Where
did the bacon go?”
Fred called
me into the kitchen. “Have you seen my bacon?” he questioned. “It’s gone. The
microwave must have run for 5 minutes with nothing in it!”
I didn’t do
it. I swear. I didn’t do anything.
Fred
couldn’t understand where the bacon went. It was a crazy mystery!
He began to back track. (No the bacon wasn’t
in the bathroom either)
He
remembered the food falling out of the refrigerator and how he put everything
back as he mumbled about the way stuff is balanced precariously whenever he
opens the door.
He then
opened the refrigerator. He looked into the refrigerator and there sat the
bacon on the paper plate with the paper towel on top. The plate was under the
jar of jelly. Fred apparently put the
plate of bacon back in the refrigerator, then thinking he had done what he does
every morning of his life…which is…put the bacon in the microwave….Fred went on
to the back to get his shoes.
He came
back to the kitchen, hit the cook
minutes and the microwave just cooked itself.
“I bet I
ruined the dang thing”, he uttered.
It’s still running. We will see if it works
like it did before.
And how was
your week?
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