Not having an original thought of my own these days, permit me to relate a memory that bubbled to the surface upon reading Cate's most recent post. She wrote about wondering why their young son was not calling them Mom and Dad in the normal and time-honoured fashion. Then she realized that he was attempting to use their first names.
I can only remember our kids doing that once; it was the youngest, Bug, who resorted to our first names in a moment of frustration. My memory informs me that Cuppa and I were doing something or other in the kitchen, and Bug was just outside in the hall, frustrated by the kiddie-gate between us. We weren't paying her much mind, but I recall being dimly aware of Bug calling for alternatively, first Mom and then Dad. After a bit, I was shocked and greatly amused to hear our first names being used. It worked too; she really got our attention.
Meanwhile, it is time to go shopping — again. I need to pick up a rotisserie chicken for a lasagna that I want to make for company tomorrow. Well, I want to make it today and serve it tomorrow. Lasagna is almost always better the second day anyway. I was supposed to pick it up yesterday when we were shopping, but I am very absent-minded. Cuppa said, "I'll get the bread, and you go over and pick up the chicken." Unfortunately, I got waylaid in the cheese section and completely forgot about the chicken until we got home. With a memory like mine I'll never run out of things to do ... although I may forget what they are.
What I did remember to do yesterday was to restore a photo for our neighbour. It's her birthday, so this will be a little gift for her. I was able to coax the computer along fairly well yesterday.