We just returned from a getaway to Orcas Island in the San Juans, WA. Zenny and I had been ignoring those AARP mailings for several years. But this particular AARP invitation had been sitting around the house for about a week... as if calling for action. So I mailed it today along with a $16 check. AFTER I mailed it, I came to the realization that we had returned home without my favorite pair of hiking boots.
Someone else is now enjoying my favorite 12-year old Nike hiking boots because I got up from a post hike rest, sans boots, and left them at the resting spot on Mt. Constitution. What was I thinking? Or not thinking? It's funny to imagine that that "someone else" might be a bear, deer, or even Sasquatch.
I don't care about the boots. (Wait, yes I do!) But I do care that I experienced the failing memory or focus of an aging human, now a new member of AARP.