I used to have a photographic memory. Now, if I don't write things down, they're gone in a minute. Seriously. I must be getting old.
Oh, wait a minute. I am!
For the past couple of weeks, Collin and I have been taking part in a contest held by one of our local TV stations: An Apple a Day. At first, I couldn't figure it out. The prize is an Apple watch. But surely they aren't giving away an Apple watch every day for three weeks. Those things aren't cheap.
Besides, I haven't yet seen any winners named.
Anyway, every morning (early), the word of the day is given. Participants enter the word via the station's app. I get the task of being up early enough to get the word and write it down so Collin and I can both enter it later.
This morning, I was up early, had the TV on, ready to go. I remember the word being announced. I remember writing it down...at least I thought I did. A little later, I discovered I hadn't written it down.
And I couldn't remember the word.
I recalled everything so clearly, up to writing down the word. How could that have happened? What was the word?
One of the things I did recall was that it had been mentioned that the Words of the Day were all types of apples. (That means I got one of the previous words wrong. It was Honeycrisp, not Buttercrisp!)
I Googled "types of apples." Maybe, I reasoned, looking at a list would trigger my memory. My neurologist told me I'm not suffering from memory loss, I'm just very easily distracted. I learned to deliberate pay attention to what I'm doing so I'd remember. It beats showering three times in one day because I "forgot."
I went down the list, looking for a name that might sound familiar. It wasn't a common name, like Granny Smith or Gala. I never knew there were so many types of apples....
Cortland! It was Cortland!