Forgot is our Middle Name

Sue had asked JJ to come over to help with weeding. My only task was to ferry the boy back and forth.

With 62 years between us, the boy and I are remarkably similar in some ways or at least in one way. I refer not to a facial similarity, which most definitely exists, but of a certain mental quirk. But I must say in passing that when I look at Jonathan, I am amazed to see my own countenance, or very close to it, looking back at me. Other things such as body type and hair may differ, but Oh! that basic physiognomic likeness.

Unfortunately, however, he appears to have inherited my genetic disposition to wool-gather and, thus, forget little details a whole bunch of things.

Basically, he and I drove around town forgetting things.

The first thing we did after picking him up was to go through Tim's drive-thru. We made our order – ja muffin for me and a plain bagel, toasted with cream cheese, for him. I drove up to the window, paid, obtained the provender, and drove off.

Upon arriving home, he opened the bag. Behold there was my muffin. Alas, there was no bagel to behold or hold or eat.

I had wondered at the size of the bag as we were driving home, thinking it a little small to contain both a bagel and a muffin and even wondering why they had placed them both in one bag.

The thing is that one should always check one's order before driving off, but we are both of such a wool-gathering disposition that neither of us thought of it.

It doesn't stop there, though.

The boy has an infection for which he is taking antibiotics.

But he forgot to bring his pills.

And I had forgotten to bring in the potatoes that Sue had requested that Sha send along with him for supper that evening. I had left them in the car for hours to pre-bake in the oven-like temperatures.

After some time, the boy and I returned for his pills, but there was one other thing to pick up – some sort of stand that he had at home to help out with one of Sue's photo challenges. When we went back for his pills, we were to pick it up. We just had to remember two items – pills and stand. Well, we did remember the pills, but  both he and I forgot the stand. 

It's like we rode around town all day in a state of total absentmindedness.

My mother used to declare that my middle name should be Forgot. I suspect that she might have said the same of Jonathan.