And to think, as it has often been said, we use so little of our
brain's potential.
I am 60 and lose my keys, wallet, Blackberry and my Leatherman knife as frequently as I used to which is to say a lot. I’m more aggravated than worried it portends anything ominous because it happens to my friends, many of them considerably younger (BTW, I look and feel 20, well maybe 30, alright, let’s settle on 50!).
I recently lost my Leatherman knife (a Wave) which I wear in a sheath on my belt. I had the empty sheath, but had used the knife and put it down somewhere. The Wave is indispensable and I use several times a day.
Oh Leatherman, where are you?
I wracked my brain, checked the usual places and retraced my steps from the previous two days. Nothing. It was frustrating. Anyhow, I was riding my bicycle this morning, daydreaming and taking in the Fall colors. Bing! I remembered using the knife to cut some edging on a table I was repairing. I left it on top of a water tank in the basement where it could have sat for months, years or for all eternity.
I was struck that trying hard to remember yielded zippo. But when I was daydreaming about something else, repairing the table crept into my consciousness and within a second I knew where I had left the knife. I couldn’t wait to get home and find it which I did.
Without getting scientific, I figured that bit of data in my memory must have been buried by something that lifted as I pedaled along. Or some connection between the memory and my consciousness was established or re-established. This happens to most everyone, but I was struck by the randomness of the knife’s location coming back to me. It was wonderful.
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