It’s curry night, and Graham will be cooking. I know I’ve asked him at least twice what type of curry it’ll be but I’ve forgotten the answer. Again. Happens rather a lot, does that, but it doesn’t really matter. It’ll be delicious, whatever, and I may even remember what it’s called after I’ve eaten it.
For the most part it’s been a lovely sunny day, not too cold, and not threatening to get cold. The sky has been a rolling diorama of cloudscapes. You know, galleons under full sail, flocks of sheep… the clichés go on and on. Down here in our little valley we are sheltered from both sunrises and sunsets, which does mean at least that I’m not tempted to describe them. There are only so many words to describe the sun setting. It’s up in the sky and then… it’s not. Really and truly, unless you’re into ecstasy, there’s nothing more to be said about it.
Graham says that when I’m 92 years old he’ll let me take up smoking again. Until then he says I’d be best advised to forget about it.
After a long pause, I said: “OK. It’s a deal.”
“What is?”
“You mean you’ve forgotten what you just said?”
“So?”
“Ah well. Who needs to remember an unseen sunset anyway?”
“Sometimes I worry about you.”
Sometimes I worry, too, but then, I fool myself into thinking nobody’ll notice if I can just manage to look like all the brains are there and in good order and so what if the reply didn[t quite answer the question? You WERE deeply contemplating some extremely diffucult and obscure theory, weren’t you? Just blink a few times and look as though you’d just discoverd the ‘answer’. Never mind the question, it’s having an answer that counts, you do know that? Of course you do!!!!
So, can you tell us exactly how many days until you’re 92? Trust me, I understand.
Lol….
I can relate.
I have to admit I have reached the age, when I go into another room to get something, I can’t remember what I’ve gone to retrieve.
It’s annoying, because you always end up remembering once you have left.
Someday I will use this to my advantage, but as I’m still in the workforce, I have to keep this little secret to myself, and usually act as if I had the walkabout planned.
I think people are catching on.
Hope your weekend is a good’un !
In 7843 days I’ll be 92 years old.
My doctor has endorsed curry as an anti-cholesterol med, for the turmeric in it! Do let us know what Graham makes, and ask if he will consider publishing his recipes, if you would, Please!
Hugs from predawn Corea, ~ Sil
I shall ask him if he’ll write down his recipes, Sil, but on past experience he’ll resist to the bitter end. He always puts extra turmeric in for my sake…
grey drizzly, when was the last sunset I saw?
Fluffy little flocks of sheep!
He said afterwards that it was an augmented chicken balti but can’t recall the precise detail of the augmentation. He tends to surround himself with pots and jars and bottles of curry stuff and follow the star of the moment. “It’s not really cooking,” he says. “It’s more of a performance.”
The results are seldom short of delicious.
I forget everything, then again, I’ve had a stroke and blocked arteries. You don’t have that excuse.
And will he let you sit with him and make notes of his performances? Then we get the recipes too.
I can never find my phone while I’m talking to it. When I’m looking for my glasses, they’re usually on my nose. And I’m 35.
I’d better avoid making any conclusions.
You guys talk about going into a room and not remembering what you went there for.. ive been doing that since i was in my 20′s because of ADD.. so thats normal for me. backtrack to what you were doing before..then you will remember what it was.