There seem to be more references to dementia in the media these days: early signs to watch for, prophylactic exercises for the brain, celebrities diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, etc. It’s enough to make a boomer worry.
I haven’t yet misplaced my car keys in the fridge, but absent-mindedness can be more subtle. This week I skied the delightful Chester Lake trail on a day when it seemed only two other parties had braved the snowy Smith-Dorrien road. Arriving back at the car, I stepped out of my skis, changed boots, took off my coat, put boots and poles and pack in the car, and drove away…
It wasn’t until the evening that I noticed the missing skis. Arrrgh!
I could find no skis as I shuffled through the still-falling snow on a moonless midnight in the deserted parking lot. But there was a note from Melissa, who had found one ski – which she later very kindly delivered to me in Banff. My hope is that there is another Good Samaritan who found the other ski… but perhaps forgot to leave a note?
I’m very grateful to Melissa and would be equally gratefully to the other ski-finder. My friends assure me that small acts of forgetfulness are nothing to be concerned about – but I won’t forget the kindness of the person(s) who found my ski(s).
Shelley Mardiros 403-762-3521