We’ve all read and heard, and probably experienced it with our parents and loved ones, that as we get older, our memory ain’t what it used to be. That’s something I try to be aware of and work on but . . no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember the new zip code. I tried putting together things in my head that might help me remember at least a few of the numbers but nothing was working. When I took Rita to the vet a few days ago, I had to fill out the new address and drew a total blank for the zip code. Since I was holding Rita and trying to fill out paper work, I didn’t have a hand to use the phone to look it up so I just said “I cannot remember the zip code yet”. The lady was probably in her 20’s, still at that age where you hear something once and never have to think about remembering it again because you don’t forget anything! She was probably thinking . . poor old lady . . can’t remember anything. She was very sweet and told me my zip code.
This morning, the first thing that popped into my head when I woke up was: I remember my zip code. Who would have thought that would be such an accomplishment and I’d feel so good about remembering it.
The question . . after I go back to Texas for a while, will I still remember the Missouri zip code? Time will tell!