I have a collection of so-called memory sticks, and my iPhone. This is an older photo, so my phone is not on the photo. However, it makes no difference, my memory is no longer what it was and I probably forget where I put these memory obects if I need one. Or I forget to use them to help my memory. A lot of things disappear when age advances. Mostly they are in the head, and two minutes later you have to think about where they have gone.

Today was a strong example. My Kindle decided to give up its ghost today. Actually it has been thinking about it for a few months, but it is also almost 10 years old, for a Kindle old, and so I decided I must get a new one. They do not cost a fortune, well just a small fortune, so I decided to order a new Kindle. I am not a television person, In the evening I start to prepare for sleepy time already at 9.00 p.m. so there is no point it looking at the TV and as a computer person, I have other things to do. I rely on the radio for my news, but I have no radio, just my iPhone radio and I discovered that listening to the radio on the phone uses up too much battery time, so I decided to get myself a decent radio.

I sat down at the computer to order these two objects, but forgot what I wanted to order. My brain was overworked again. And then this morning I nearly started an appartment fire. I was cooking and was heating up the fat in pan to fry, but forgot. I was back at the computer thinking about what I should order and suddenly there was a smell in the kitchen. I then saw smoke rising from a pan where the fat was heating but had nothing to cook, an empty pan. I moved to the kitchen and took the pan from the heat. At least I knew that pouring water on the smoking oil would cause flames, so I put it one side to cool down.

Now everything under control at the moment. A radio is ordered and also a new Kindle and my pan cooled down so that I could wash the burnt remains of the oil away. This is a typical example of an aging forgetful memory. Slowly it is a little disturbing for me. The memory is no longer what it was and forgets more daily.

Mr. Swiss is no longer here, he is in his golden oldie home, so I have to think for both of us. Life does not get easier as you get older.