When I pull out the boxes of stored Christmas items
from the third floor closet in December and look to place the various wreaths, garlands and chackas in their proper spot,
more often than not I have a brain freeze. I have difficulty remembering the
precise locations of the objects from the year before.
But I forgive myself.
Recall is time sensitive. For eleven out of twelve
months my Christmas stuff is packed away out of sight; therefore, it is
entitled to be of of mind.
Yet every January I am faced with the exact same
dilemma I experienced four weeks prior. When I attempt to put back out all the
pictures, floral arrangements and the eleven-month-out-of-the-year chachkas
hidden away for a mere month, more often than not, I still have a brain freeze.
I forget where things belong. And I find myself obsessively-compulsively rearranging and replacing items over the course of
several days until they reach what I believe is their proper location.
Sometimes I forget to put items out altogether. And it
is only when I rediscover them in July that I realize that they were even
missing in the first place.
But, next year instead of worrying that my mind has completely
evaporated, I have a plan: I have taken photos on my iphone.
It’s the only way to end the madness.
Unless of course I have forgotten that I took them.
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