Day 41: Of all the things I've lost ...

... I miss my mind the most.

OK, that line isn't original with me, but it sums up my frustration with those memory lapses -- aka "senior moments" -- that leave me wondering how I could possibly forget the things I forget.

Like meetings, appointments, where I put my keys, my glasses, my wallet, our checkbook ... or writing a new post for this blog.

I marvel at my mother's ability to recall details of the year she lived in New York City. She was 5 at the time. Ninety-two years later, she can tell you about her kindergarten, the blackout curtains on the windows (this was during World War I), the oil from a sunken German submarine that soiled a beach and stained her white kid-leather shoes.

I can't remember what I had for dinner two nights ago.

Not that I care about that, but I do care that I can't remember where I stashed some important papers that I was SURE I had put on my desk. Or maybe in a file folder somewhere.

A friend used to say that she always put her important papers in a single drawer. Then she lost the drawer.

Sounds better than saying you're just plain losing it.