It's the middle of January and I'm already starting to think about flowers.
I know. It's North Dakota. I'm crazy.
But I heard an ad on the radio this morning for something and it mentioned spring. And I laughed and thought, "Spring? Why are they advertising about spring?" Funny how I can't remember what was being advertised, but I can remember the "spring" part. Just goes to show you how well advertising works on some of us! ; )
It planted a seed (pun intended) however, and now I'm starting to think about what I'm going to do differently this year. My mother-in-law says I can have more peonies, which will be really nice, since I kind of gave up on having wildflowers in the back bed since I got a bad case of.....
(Here, I take a pause to see if I can find the name of the "wildflower" which really should be listed as a noxious weed because it takes over everything. I get distracted by other things, and never get back to this post. This is Tuesday's post, and now it's Wednesday!)
This not remembering stuff is kind of the new normal for me, since chemo. I mean, I wasn't "stellar" before, but after chemo, let's just say that they'd seriously laugh at me if I ever tried out to be a contestant on Jeopardy! Seriously laugh. Odd pairing of words, don't you think?
The reason I bring up Jeopardy is because I was watching it yesterday for awhile while waiting to get in for my radiation. And while I knew many of the answers to the questions Mr. Trebek was asking, all I could see were the pictures in my head. The words to name those pictures weren't coming. So my answers would be like, "What is, that movie that stars the guy who was in that dancing movie with the lady who had a nose job."
Yes, they'd laugh me out of the studio.
But not remembering stuff has its advantages. Even though I may have had a plan for my flowers this spring, I didn't write it down or if I did, I don't remember where I wrote it, so I can keep planning and I will keep thinking I'm coming up with new ideas.
And I STILL can't think of that wildflower that should be classified as a weed. But I'm not going to leave this page and search again, because the odds are VERY good that I will AGAIN forget to finish this post!
Bloomin' crazy? Maybe. Just maybe.