Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Sometimes the sight of Ol’ Robbo lounging in his comfy-chair with his nose contentedly stuck in a book seems to give Mrs. R the heebie-jeebies. At any rate, she interrupted me in my worming this morning to make me go drop something off to Youngest Gel at work.
It was very strange. The Gel works at the same animal hospital we took our first three cats to between twenty-five and thirty years ago – their files are still in the system – and yet I have no recollection whatsoever of having set foot in the place before. None.
I mentioned this to Mrs. R when I got home. “Oh,” she said, “They’ve remodeled the building since then.”
That might well be true, but not only did I not recall the building itself, I also did not recall having been in that specific location, either. (And, as I say, we’ve lived in the area and haunted the biznays round there for thirty years.)
I’m one who prides myself on my geographical memory: Once I’ve been to a place, it generally remains tattooed on my brain and I can recall how to get back to it without having to look up the directions again. So it’s a bit disconcerting that I couldn’t pull this one up out of the depths.
Oh, well, one of life’s little mysteries, I suppose.
(Back to book-worming….)
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December 29, 2022 at 9:33 am
rbj1
Good news, TCM is showing the Thin Man movies this NYE. Though sadly not hosted by the late host guy, can’t recall the name, Robert something?
December 29, 2022 at 11:57 am
Robbo
Yes, it was Robert something. Shaw? I had not heard he passed. Too bad.
December 29, 2022 at 2:51 pm
Robbo
Narp, it was Robert Osborne.
I suppose this time it’ll be Ben Whathisname with the glasses, the man who seemingly never met a Red Scare he didn’t love.