Almost

 Almost
This past week my brain has been slightly off. It hasn’t made me compleelly crazy yet, but the week isn’t over yet. I still have several days left. Monday I picked up my mail on my way home from shopping. I shared on FaceBook thyat I’d purchased holiday pint bottles of maple syrup in October feeling that I had gifts put away for my kids and the workers of the Chestnut Ridge Historical Society, only to find that I can’t find them. Looking back, I believe that I was so tired after two days of frying sausage that I forgot to load them in my car. There is no other explanation, so I needed to buy gift cards as a poor substitute.
I went shopping to get a few needed groceries and had to make a second run a few days later because I forgot some needed things. Not a big problem, but I get upset with myself when some things were on my written lisst. That is very irksome.
My latest ALMOST dip into a world of forgetfulness was that I needed to get my vehicle inspected before the end of the year. The beginnings of this gap in my memory had its roots in the year 2023. My inspection month should have been October and I was driving to the end of November with an expired inspection and my mechanic said that because it was so close, that he would apply the inspection sticker for the month of December. There was no harm no foul, but it was a miscue for my memory.
I was driving over to the Chestnut Ridge Historical Society on Wednesday for the ususal work day and exchange of Christmas cards and gifts when I noticed that the December inspection was due. I actually stopped along the road and callered my mechanic to see if he could fit me in. He was gracious enough to fit me in on Thursday morning. That was a blessing. I found out that he wasn’’t going to be open Christmas week and I was almost in violation again.