NO MEMORY in Postcards 4

I took a two hour nap this afternoon. I must have needed it. George says I have chemo brain, but I think it worse. Can’t remember things I used to do with ease….like delete old images from my point and shoot. Often I remember a book that I’ve read. That’s good since I am rereading my old favorites.

I certainly can’t remember how to make coffee. G drew me a little picture map with measurements and buttons and arrows to show me how. I have it stuck to the front of my monitor. G tells me when we have seen a TV show. At the start of all this I would say, “I haven’t seen it.” Now I don’t say a thing.

Margot is stopping by this evening. We have a mountain of boxes ready for her down in the garage. I remember my kids and grandkids. I’m not good at phoning them, but I know who they are. I remember George too.

I remember the Hotel Del on Coronado…one of 12 remaining giant wooden, Victorian, railroad hotels. As a teenager, I used to steal away out to the beach in front of it. Now I only catch glimpses of it in passing. I do remember having a birthday lunch in the Crown Room once. Another meal in another dining room too.
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• Himself: Didn’t like my choice of blue chair cushions. He’s online shopping for another choice.
• Myself: Got the last used copy of Harold Nicholson’s “Journey To Java.” Terrible fight with my CC as we had been hacked.
• Reading: Lindaa Castillo and Nichollson.
• Photo: Hotel Del.

• Gratitude’s: That I am here to forget.