The best time to remember something is between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m., (when most people are at happy hour). Is this an evolutionary change our bodies have adopted due to the crippling effects alcohol has on our memory muscle? Maybe. I learned there were plenty of other ways sleeping better and sleeping more (relative term) can help improve your life (again, relative term). If remembering phone numbers and directions is taxing, make sure that you’re getting enough sleep – about seven hours. Lack of shut-eye can affect our working memory. Read more about what Kate Wighton wrote at Mind Power News I’m going to bed before I forget.
Your parents’ parents are capable of quirks we all can relate to. Birthday checks, being just one of many. Twelve dollars here, nineteen there – maybe a seven or eight dollar check early on in your aging. Whatever the reason, it’s always a mystery as to how much you’re actually going to get. The occasional passed-along incentive disguised as a spontaneous gift they received for renewing a membership, transferring a balance, or “calling now to take advantage of this special offer”, usually with “combo” somewhere in the product’s name. I don’t understand why grandparents write birthday checks for random amounts, or pass along gifts they don’t realize are impractical until they arrive four to six weeks later, (for S&H only), or my favorite and reason for writing, why they rename their dead pet’s successor(s) after their dead pet. My grandparents had several different dogs…named Mickey.
Plain old Colgate in a tube…ah, the good ol’ days. The .1 ounce blob I put on my toothbrush this morning brought me back. I remembered standing barefoot on a Smurf blue tiled floor, in front of a white porcelain sink (aka – G.I. Joe’s ocean), barely being able to see my face from the nose up in the mirror and shoving elbows with an older brother and little sister…smetimes even waiting to spit when their hands were in the way. It was a nice memory. They say that smell is the strongest sense tied to memory, but I respectfully disagree – for me it’s taste. Within the first cycle of my SonicCare, the taste of that plain white paste painted a vivid childhood memory which was all but faded. Unfortunately, that same white paste also painted a lovely spot on my right boob, which I noticed right away, but irreverently decided to do nothing about. I wanted to remember…