I Remember Nothing: and Other Reflections by Nora Ephron
Nora Ephron is once again as hilarious and true to life as ever. Since I was a kid, my dad has kept a pad and pen in his pocket so at any point he can jot notes to himself. This is the method he's worked out to make sure he doesn't forget picking up the dry cleaning, that fourth item on the grocery list, that album that he wanted to look up online when he got home, etc. It's a great trick to counterbalance the CRS (as in "can't remember...anything") that runs in our family, and I picked it up as I've gotten older and had more responsibilities. The trouble with my system is that my notes often don't make sense to me later. I'll write something like "ask him re: the stairs," and then I'll look at it later and think "Ask who? What stairs? Where?" I've never wanted to own up to this clearly idiotic trait, but her admissions of forgetfulness have freed me to admit the truth. I remember nothing too!
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