posted by Evi on Mar 11
Getting old’s a bitch especially when senility sets in. Recently after one of our Friday night out-to-dinners with friends Al and Dee, we stopped at Goodwill to see what kind of interesting stuff we could find. I always head straight to the books and Bill heads straight toward useless knick-knacks. Al and Dee head off in opposite directions to ‘wherever’.
I usually look for novels or cookbooks to either add to my already extensive collection or to try to (one of these days) resell on E-Bay. Mind you, I don’t cook much, if at all. My collection started when I was a little kid. My Mom, grandmother and I would go shopping at the local Bohacks in Huntington and I would ask them to buy me one of the cookbooks the store sold or I would collect the little flyers and cards with recipes on them. I loved looking at the pictures of food when I was hungry. This would really start my stomach growling.
Anyway, getting back to the subject, I bought an old book that had pictures of what meals containing various amounts of calories should look like. It was kind of picture book for dieters. I had never seen a book like this before and thought it looked interesting. I brought it home, threw it in a pile with my other recent acquisitions and figured I’d get around to looking at it one of these days.
The other day I decided to look through the book. I searched through the pile of books I hadn’t put away yet and it wasn’t there. I looked again, then again. No book. I knew I had bought the book so I began looking through all my cookbooks. Couldn’t find the damned thing. I called my Mom thinking maybe for some reason it landed over there. Why? I have no idea. Then I called Dee. Did I leave it in their car by any chance? Nope. I searched my car – several times – and had Bill dig through every compartment in his vehicle. No book.
Now finding this book was getting to be a matter of principle. I looked all over the place again for a dark gray hardcover book with black and white photos. Nothing, nada. Now I’m thinking – did I actually buy it? God, maybe I dreamt it and there really was no book. But no, I remember holding it in my hands in the store, looking at the old black and white photos. Maybe I decided not to buy it and put it back on the shelf. Nah, this was the type of book I would probably buy. But then again, maybe I didn’t.
This was now starting to drive me crazy and one day after work I drove over to the Goodwill where I thought I had bought the book. I searched the shelves but found nothing resembling this book. I finally gave up and went home. This was really starting to bother the crap out of me.
One of the projects on my to-do list was to organize my bookshelves so on my day off I began pulling books out of my book cases. I found a thin spiral bound book with a colorful cover. What was this one? I opened it to find color photos of different meals with different calorie counts. My book! It was here all the time, only it wasn’t a dark gray hard covered book with black and white photos. So much for memory. As I said, getting old’s a bitch.
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