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April 10, 2014

A date that never sticks to memory

How are you at remembering important dates? I hope you’re better than I am.

I once stood someone up for a blind date because I was mindless and forgot the engagement. When it comes to remembering birthdays and anniversaries, I’m usually in a canoe without a paddle.

I often get chastised, especially if it’s my wife. With the children and grandchildren, I can afford to have a memory lapse. My wife is usually on top of those matters. She handles it. She gets the gifts. I write the cards — if I can only remember who’s who and not get the names mixed up.

With three grown children and six of their offspring, that’s a lot of remembering to control. I do keep a calendar, but often forget to record the names. My son composed a calendar for me with all the significant dates.

More often than not, I forget to check it over and miss the date. I do remember my own birthday and will never forget my wife’s simply because we got married on that day. It was a 2-for-1 deal. Some people suspect I did that to refrain from buying an extra gift.

That’s just the way it worked out — five days after Valentine’s Day. And the only reason I remember that is because you can’t go into a store without being reminded. And usually right after Christmas.

I jot the day down and stick he note to the panel inside my car as a constant reminder. On comes Feb. 14 and out comes the flowers. I once went to the florist a day early, just to be on top of things, and found a nice cool spot in the attic to hide the vase.

Nobody said a word. Valentine’s Day came and went. It wasn’t until a day or two later when the reminder came.

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