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Memory Foam

I am going to attempt another adventure this week. A trip planned in 1991 so, I figure it is  about time I got round to it, albeit it, in a different way.

But what a weird thing memory is, and, following on from the swathes of school memories, I seem to be thrashing myself out of a chrysalis of disorder into more senior moments of re-ordering my past.

I find that there are permanent furrows I have ploughed into the memory foam. I am less belligerent about them these days and even willingly nestle into acceptance and gratitude with them:

  • friendship
  • family
  • sickness (despite 16 blood tests this week…and a flu jab)
  • health

and then the transient yet recurrent stuff:

  • good choices
  • bad choices
  • completely off the wall choices
  • learning to make my own choices

….which has led me, as it often does, to Dr Seuss…that unexpected, fountain of knowledge and his fabulous logorrhea.

“You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

You’re on your own.

And you know what you know.

And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”

“Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his  her mind”

Couldn’t have put it better…so off I go, in an easterly direction!


Retail therapy without the shopping

Body feeling more robust so the obvious choice was a lunchtime jaunt with retail therapy. Just forgot my brain. Made gallant attempts, dithered, tried things on, and schmoozed like the expert I am. Then went and had lunch (lovely watermelon, feta and tomato salad) and forgot all about the potential purchases as I got distracted by new things which I then instantly forgot again.

This is a new sport to add to the online shopping I pretend to do – regularly filling a basket but not checking out so my shopping urge is tamed…(OK this is 1 in 5 times – the other times I do actually check out). I am sure that the shopping gene cannot be eradicated in 2 rounds of chemo and I can’t see any mention of it in the piles of information I have…

Oooh there’s the doorbell, forgot that I had ordered a whole new host of headwear  (in all “my” colours) before I went out yesterday morning!