Bunny Brain

I parked in the handicap spot, got out, and walked toward the door. When I saw someone exit with their mask still on, I finally remembered mine. Back to the car I trudged to obtain my black mask with the big red maple leaf, front and centre. So Canadian am I..

My next attempt to enter the store was thwarted by yet another return to the car. This time, I realized that I had forgotten to display my handicap parking pass. Back I trudged again.

This I did without my cane. I don't take it into the grocery store because, once inside, I am using my hands to push the cart. One time, I did take it in. To free my hands, I put the cane in the cart . . . and left it there. After driving home, I realized what I had done, so I was forced to drive back to the store and walk in to retrieve the device sans cane anyway.

That was actually the incident that caused me to apply for the handicap pass. If I wasn't going to bring my cane into the store with me, at least the pass would allow me to park nearer to the door.

I have written this before, but I repeat it now. It is what my mother told me, even when I was young and my forgetfulness couldn't yet be blamed on senility. "John, you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on." It's just the way that I am and have always been.

The extra footage (so to speak, haha), didn't get me down, however, for earlier in the day, when I had gone out to the car at 6:30 to pickup Danica and take her to work, there was a bunny on the front lawn. I did not forget to take a picture, which I have cropped madly for your viewing pleasure. I find that seeing a bunny early in the day, provides pleasure enough to help carry me through the day despite those incommodious memory lapses.