ATTENTION SPAN DEBATE ON VALENTINES’S DAY: WHAT?

A short attention span is normal?

Older people like to joke about going into another room for some reason they can’t remember.

It happens all the time, but there’s a hack:

You have to stay in the room until you remember.

That’s Michael Corleone wishing brother Fredo well.

He remembered why he was in that room; to give the kiss of death.

If you go into a room and your wife, or girlfriend, is in there, give them a kiss while you figure it out.

That’s what I did, kissed my girl friend, and this happened:

Happiest day of my life. Her’s too. We have different versions of a happy face.

My attentions span was focused on landing the whole procession in one piece, and if not, at least keeping the pieces together.

The eventual pieces landing all together:

This morning we had a Valentine’s Day review.

We’re snowed in, iced in, and had time to talk about our shared past.

It’s usually a good idea to consolidate memories.

 

Debate vs Attention Span

Wife: This is our fortieth Valentine’s Day together.

Me: Forty?

Wife: I was officially broken up with my last boyfriend.

Me: Um hmmm.

Wife: And you were broken up with your last girlfriend.

Me: We weren’t a couple.

Wife: What was her name?

Me: I don’t remember.

Wife: And the woman from the Eastside wasn’t coming around anymore.

Me: That’s right.

Wife: It was then that I fell in love with Portland.

Me: And me?

Wife: Of course and you. It was an exciting time.

Me: Change was in the air.

Wife: Northwest was getting gentrified, downtown was growing one tower after another, and we were right there.

Me: We could have been contenders for a spot in Portland high society.

Wife: Maybe you, not me. You met a lot of people. Do you remember them?

Me: I do.

 

Memories From The Corners Of My Mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This blog feels like a scrapbook.

Who does that, and why?

I’d like to be remembered by the grandkids since my own kids don’t remember my Dad very well.

They were small boys when he died.

If I croak in three years we’ll go out about the same time in relation to the young ones.

Then my smart kids said, “Unless you make a copy, boomerpdx will only exist if the hosting and domaine name bills get paid.”

Sooo, I need another plan?

 

If You Feel Yourself Slipping A Gear . . .

Remember where you started and think about how far you’ve come.

Make a list and check it off one by one.

Some people remember forty or fifty years back better than what they had for breakfast.

Bless yourself up with images and objects and start your own Museum of You.

If your name is Jimmy, call it  the Jimmy Historical Society.

I just watched a documentary on Andy Warhol.

It worked for him.

All Andy all the time.

Be a writer who writes, a blogger who blogs.

I’d sign up for that if you leave a link.

I might even leave a comment? No, I’ll definitely leave a comment.

So ;you’ve got that going for you, which is nice.

It’s more than I started with.