{"id":19948,"date":"2021-09-28T09:01:23","date_gmt":"2021-09-28T16:01:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=19948"},"modified":"2021-09-28T09:45:37","modified_gmt":"2021-09-28T16:45:37","slug":"sep-28-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2021\/09\/28\/sep-28-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sep 28 The Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"

Time moves in one direction, memory in another. <\/strong><\/p>\n

William Gibson<\/strong><\/p>\n

I noticed something important this morning and over the last few days. Yesterday I made a coffee and forgot to drink it. That is a bad sign, coffee as I have mentioned many times here is a morning ritual for me. Today I fed and watered all the cats, boiled the water for coffee, disconnected the propane tank, did the first pour, water thru filter and then I left, poured a some cereal, cut up a banana, added the milk substitute of the day, grabbed my keyboard and mouse so I could type these words. I reached for my coffee to have a sip, it wasn’t there. It was still in the kitchen waiting for the second and third pour thru. I was grateful the water was still hot.<\/p>\n

So what is different, a month ago I stopped adding cacao nibs to my coffee. I thought to myself I better buy some more from Amazon. So a few minutes later I logged into my Amazon page, but I couldn’t remember what I needed to order.<\/p>\n

I did later, it is in my shopping cart, but now I needed money. Another week I would have some.<\/p>\n

My memory is going but the nibs help or at least I believe they do so they do. That is the most important thing.<\/p>\n

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