This memory business is started to agitate me. I was watching TV and a commercial came on for an upcoming movie with Steve Carrell as Maxwell Smart of the show, Get Smart, produced by Mel Brooks, as I recollect. In any case, I sat there for a good 15 minutes annoyed as hell that I could not remember the name of the guy that played Maxwell on the TV show. Damn.
Finally, it came to me…Don Adams? Is that right? I refuse to look it up. Then I got pissed that I could not remember the number of his trusty female side-kick. That’s what she had: a number not a name. So I am going like in my head 41? 22? 79? And after running through a bunch of numbers I hit 99. I am pretty sure that’s her number and I think she was played by a person named Barbara Hershey…though I am not sure of that.
And like I am writing an email and all of a sudden I can’t remember the name of a colleague whose office is like two doors down from me and with whom I spoke last week.
God! Right now, I am pretty sure I am forgetting something though I have no idea what it might be.
But for some damn reason, I have been remembering for weeks now that Joan died April 10, of last year, 2007. So here it is April 10. Jewish people traditionally light a candle on the anniversay, I guess it would be called, of the death of a close relative. I have no candles and am afraid I would forget it and burn the condo down.
So I will put up a picture here of Joan from 1943. 1943? But damn that was a long time ago. No?
What the hell am I forgetting?
I thought about sending flowers to Ora, but didn't think of it until yesterday, so didn't do it.....can do that in June, I guess, if I make it back there....