We stayed mostly home today... painting, modeling with playdoh and clay, playing with memory cards (I lost to A even though I tried so very hard, I must really be getting old), and watching a movie: The Nightmare before Christmas. I love the lyrics in this movie...
Does it sound like fun? Everything except picking up after them even though they did help... and cleaning paint all over the kitchen floor
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I remember those times with my kid. Good memories.
Oh paint chaos! Beautiful!. Always begins with an innocent pencil and ends with an emergency call to the police cleaning brigade!
No, Nuri, it's not that you are old.
It's that the longer we live the more things we have accumulated in our memory. It's all still there, it's just that accessing it is difficult because of the volume of information we have stored away.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
I like that story, James. Now, if I only knew how to clean up my hard disk drive of unnecessary data...
Re: cleaning up the hard drive, I tend to think that takes care of itself, to a degree. What we don't use, we forget.
Except that my grandmother Shott, who lived to 106, in the last 15 years of her life was able to remember things from her childhood, but confuse more recent things.
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