When AC Did Not Quite NAIL It

As I have posted in the past (but won't bother to link or repeat right now) I am a forgetful sort of person. Oddly enough, I can remember some things from the past quite well, for example the Inspector Lewis episode program that we recently rewatched. It was about five years ago that we first watched the program, but I could still definitely recall  a few of the key points in the story although Sue couldn't remember seeing it at all.

So I am not totally braindead, but it sure feels like it sometime.

To wit: for Sue's birthday, Shauna had dropped off a gift and told me to include the gift certificate that she had purchased and that I had picked up for her. This had been a day or two prior to going into isolation.

I drew a total blank at first.

Then, I recalled driving over to pick up the certificate from the vendor's mailbox.

But I still had no recollection of what I then did with it.

Obviously, I had put it out of sight to await the big day.

Way out of sight, for I couldn't find it for love nor money, as the saying goes.

In order for Sue to have something to open, I made a fake certificate for Sue to open. I mean I wasn't trying to fake the original but just wanted to have something in the envelope. It was an isolation birthday after all, so I needed to do what I could. (You may recall that She opened her gifts with Sha and the kids in a FB chat window.)

A few days ago, more than a month after the birthday and the fake certificate, I was looking up a medical document. Upon opening the file, lo and behold, I found the original voucher.

A partial excuse for my amnesia is that for many years, I simply had to one-time things in order to cope. When you have 30 senior essay exams to deal with in one day, for example, you read them, grade them, make a comment, and move on. You, or at least I, will not remember very many details. While I might remember that so-and-so wrote a really good essay, it is not likely that I will remember much about it. And then there are the many more less memorable papers, which didn't stand much of a chance or making a dent in my tiny brain.

This was survival for me. I would do the job as conscientiously as I could in the moment, but I had little opportunity to dwell on the essays or the myriad other teaching tasks that filled my days.

Out of necessity, Deal with it and move on, became my modus operandi.

So, I dealt with Shauna's request to pick up the certificate and immediately moved on to the point where I almost completely forgot about it and most certainly forgot about where I put the dadgummed thang.

Speaking of moving on, I now present the daily selfie in which Sue and I wonder what we can possibly do next. It is possible that after 7 weeks, we may be beginning to run out of templates. However, I think we have 1 or 2 more in the queue before we need to panic.

Danica, the burgeoning chef, made stuffed peppers. Don't they look yummy. I have never made stuffed peepers; I am a sad excuse of a human being.



Another way to look at the provincial stats for new cases. The thick red line shows the five-day average, which shows the trend more clearly than the daily results (broken red line). We seem to have peaked around April 24.