Rather random?

Well, today’s thought is rather random. Or rather I should say all my thoughts today are rather random? I am not so focused on any one thing, which is fairly normal for me, but I usually do try to focus on one thing when I write. So, I suppose then today’s focus is on ‘un-focus’, lol.
I am a random thinker, a lot of people are. My mind tends to cross reference things so that storage and retrieval is easier. For instance why would thinking about the Star Trek episode “Trouble with Tribbles” cause me to immediately jump to the fact that I forgot to add dishwasher soap to the grocery list? Was I doing dishes the first time I saw that episode or had it described to me? Does the image of the over flowing Tribbles remind me of the time my best friend’s daughter loaded too much soap in her dishwasher and flooded the kitchen with suds? Who knows? I’m sure some expert or another out there claims they know. However, experts also used to claim that the brain did not heal itself, which we know now to be untrue. The brain can and does heal itself.
I do, at times, make the conscious decision to use association to remember things. I learned that in school as a child, sing-song rhymes are easy to recall, math also has its useful tricks. As I grew older, I began using those things to create associations with times or dates, items or ideas. Some times it works well, other times it seems to not work at all but then jumps up at an unexpected time and place. I have the tendency to nickname people because I am horrid at recalling names. I can, however, assign a nickname to someone that places them immediately in my memory. Odd, you would think I could do it with their actual name, but no. The nicknames a lot of the time seem to the person they get assigned to as totally random or odd, but for me it is usually a summation of a first impression. I have one friend I affectionately call Ada. (Ahdah)- this stands for A.D.A or American with Disabilities Act. This friend is in a wheelchair and is a regular contributor to the American Pain Foundation. I’d actually have to look to see what his real name is, lol…I call him Ada and he’s okay with it.
I have another I call Spunky- she’s short with red hair and is a constant ball of energy. You know the type I mean, the one that is always pulling out birthday cards for so-and-so or sending a thoughtful note to someone because their great aunt on their father’s side is ill. She is a ferocious tender of information about everyone she meets and who they are related to and what all those people are doing. Just thinking about that makes my brain hurt. I can’t retain information like that on people. Honestly, it’s probably because I don’t want to. I used to feel bad about that, like it made me a bad person or something, but then I thought no. I actually find it kind of creepy to receive a note in the mail from someone I’ve only met once or twice saying they hope my great aunt is doing better now. Kind of stalker like feelings, actually. Not that they are intended that way, but to me that’s how it feels. Why on earth would you spend so much time combing through the paper and the like to see who you ‘need’ to send a card to? There have been occasions that I have felt like a total ass for not doing that, however. Finding out two weeks after the fact that a friend was supposed to relay the message that another friends mother had passed away but that friend had completely forgotten to tell me. Then I felt like a total jerk for not showing up at the visitation or sending a card. So I suppose there is a balance of sorts. Choices we make.
Today I made bread, again, after all it is Monday. One whole loaf and four mini loaves to use for hoagies later in the week, David wants to go trout fishing with a friend so the hoagies will travel along with him. He wanted me to go trout fishing also, but I gently reminded him that it would be physically impossible for me to don waders and tromp into a cold stream. I’d be a dislocated mess in about two seconds and oh what a joy that would make the rest of the day. So he’s planning on going with his friend and I am okay with it. I told him to do like he did last time, bring home a few nice trout to cook up. Last time I smoked them on the grill and served them up with garlic roasted potatoes. It was very, very good. He’s off this week, so he also wants to take the big boat out and go fishing one day. I can do the big boat, since he lifts me in and I just sit in a chair like I do at home. It is very tiring though, I think because of the long truck ride to and fro more than anything. If I can wiggle about I’m okay, there isn’t much wiggling to be had in his old truck.
Tootles!