Opus 2020-317: Ode to Old: I Had It Just a Minute Ago

Memory is not always a matter of age.  For some reason certain concepts, facts and processes have never set down in my brain.

I can never remember the difference between perennial and annual flowers.  I have to look it up every time.  Why could they not have been called single year and multiple year?  It would have made my life easier.

I can never remember how to do percentages.  I always have to sit down and work through the process.  Once I get it I can go to town but if I wait too long before I need to calculate again I have to start the process over.

Certain streets I always mix up.  I grew up in a town that has generally straight streets in a grid pattern.  Many of them I have been traveling over all my life but I still can’t tell you which is which from memory.

Which is higher, the flush or the straight?  When you play cards do you go clockwise or counterclockwise?  For that matter, which way is clockwise?  

I guess I could go on forever this way.  I expect to add new things I can’t remember.  I won’t worry until I don’t remember that I don’t remember.

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