I was going through a girlfriend’s full refrigerator the other day to help her organize and found what looked like a beautiful red sauce for pasta. (She’s also of Italian descent; red sauce is a staple in our fridges.)
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Oh, G, made it for me and it looks delicious. I need to freeze it for later.”
We went about our day together: appointments, the drug store, getting gas.
Pumping legs on the treadmill the next morning, that red sauce came to mind, apropos of nothing.
Ok, maybe I was thinking of the lunch that awaited me after the gym, and that it wouldn’t be anywhere near as good as pasta with that gorgeous sauce.
I was also thinking that with so much going on for her, she might not have remembered to freeze it.
Still on the treadmill, I picked up my phone and texted my friend.
Don’t forget to freeze that red sauce, I swiped on the keyboard.
A response appeared instantly: Thanks for reminding me.
No sweat, I swiped. At our age, memory is a team effort.
And it is. As I age, the number of little reminder notes around the house increases. What’s also increased is the number of times I lose a train of thought, or just can’t get the right word off the tip of my tongue.
As each year passes, I wonder if our brains just get overly full with minutia. If people in simpler cultures have this same problem with remembering. Or if a simpler life with less to remember means we seem sharper.
I don’t know. What do you think?