Sorting through stack of magazines piled up ready to go into recycling bin.
Found half-finished crossword puzzle book.
Published in 2005, purchased around that time by me at B&N.
Rescued the book intending to puzzle through a puzzle.
[Crossword, that is.]
Found an almost finished puzzle with “flying pigs & swizzle sticks” written on the page.
In my handwriting.
For some reason.
No flying pigs in this puzzle, if there were swizzle sticks I didn’t see them.
Mind starts to wonder why I wrote these words on this page.
Delightful gibberish, slightly whimsical, with no actual meaning?
Could be, sounds like how I think.
Something I heard someone say so I wrote it down?
Not likely, but possible.
The name of a new blog I was contemplating?
I suppose. Maybe.
An encouraging phrase suggesting better things are to come?
Sure, why not? Let’s say that’s what this phrase means.
No need to belabor this obvious example of the inevitable decline of my memory.
We’re all older now.
We forget things.
But darn it, I sure wish I could remember what the heck I was talking about when I scribbled this clever phrase on the page.
Saving it for me to find 13 years later…
Anything like this happen to you? Do you remember?