Fallen Leaves and Memory

My horrible post-election Wednesday was, appropriately enough, also our garbage day. After the morning news shock, I was further shocked to find two fresh dandelions on the lawn. This is something that simply doesn't happen in November, but I guess that it does happen when temperatures climb to 21C/70F. I am not complaining, mind you. Well, not about the weather anyway.

Later we took our little walkie along the trail by the arena. We don't get there often, but on that day we wanted to do better than our mundane walk around the subdivision. Most trees were bare, but when we saw this section with leaves both on the tree and on the ground, I had to get the phone out.

Then, a lady and her dog jogged by.

Farther along, I took this photo. One advantage of having the leaves fallen is that we could frequently see the river from the trail. Since spring, it has pretty well been hidden from view on this part of the trail.

Soon, a strange lady in a group of three was hailing me. Says I to myself: How do I know this lady? It's not that lady from music, and neither is it the one from the photo group. As I stood there in some stupefaction, she explained to Sue who she was — my physiotherapist from the hospital.

As we walked on, I told Sue that I would have introduced her, but I couldn't remember her name — I mean the other lady, not Sue. Of course, it was then that I remembered: Tanya.

No doubt Tanya now thinks that I am pitiable old man, and I probably am. Maybe I can redeem myself when I see her this afternoon, assuming I can remember when and where I am to go.