New Castle News

August 13, 2013

Gary Church: I was going to blog about my fading memory — but I forgot

Gary Church
New Castle News

NEW CASTLE — There seems to be some signs that old age is starting to set in at the Church household.

I've always been proud of my natural truck driver’s instinct. It gives me the ability to find places without a map or asking for directions.

Lately, I've been forgetting where I'm headed to.

Last week, I was headed to Bessemer to go to Ohio, and ended up in downtown Mount Jackson.

I blurted out, "Where in the world am I going?"

My sweet little wife just said, "I thought you were taking me somewhere to show me something.”

The problem is, my mind wanders when I'm driving, and I forget where I'm going.

These blogs just don't pop into my head on Tuesdays and Fridays.

I've had to humble myself a few times, and ask my wife for directions.

This hurts, because she has a few old age problems herself.

Last week at Pagley’s, she told the waiter she wanted wedding soup.

Had she quit with that, everything would have been fine.

But she had to add those two little words, "With Italian."

I explained to him about her condition, and to just bring the wedding soup and skip the Italian dressing.

I'm not sure if it was a full moon or not, but that night at Hugger Muggers, it got worse.

She did OK ordering a deluxe cheeseburger.

When they brought it, she asked the waitress, "Where is the top part of my cheeseburger?"

I'll admit, the piece of lettuce might have been a little large, and the top part of the bun was not visible.

I would have looked under the lettuce first, before accusing them of omitting half of the cheeseburger.

My size prohibited me from ducking under the table from embarrassment.

When we walked outside the restaurant, I ran into Harley Shoaf, an old friend from West Side School.

I had no problem reminiscing with him, and knew all the names from the past that we talked about.

I've decided my brain is just overly full of information, and there is no room for any new stuff.

If you want to talk about “Captain Video and the Video Rangers,” I'm the guy to see.

If it's “Star Wars,” you may have to speak to my grandson.