They say the three sure signs of growing old are: 1) Your eyesight starts to go. 2) Your memory goes.
3) It's...It's...It's...Oh drat. I forget the third thing.
Seriously, it's strange some of the weird things that we do remember. I was out in the shed with LOML this afternoon, getting stuff sorted for the annual town "garbage day". (Lots of roll-away dumpsters!) We were going through old boxes when she hands me this small combination lock. She says, "Here. Maybe you could use this. IF you can remember the combination," she said chuckling. That lock was a small one, which I used back in my downhill skiing days. We would lock up our gear on the racks outside the lodge in between runs. Well, I took the lock and shortly thereafter, returned it to her...OPEN! Mind you now, it's been the better part of 26 years since I've used that thing! Had she been walking, she'd have stepped on her jaw!
Just thought it kind of strange enough to share. Now...Where in the Hell did I put my glasses....?!