whoops. I forgot

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I have posted last week's and this week's just now.

"Whoops. I Forgot."
Last week I worked in Elkhorn. I left my car in the grocery store parking lot, and rode with Dan, my co-worker.
After work, he dropped me off at my car. "Look," he said. " Frostie Freeze is open. I’ll have to stop and get a cone on the way home."
I couldn’t believe it. I KNEW Frostie Freeze was open for the season. That was going to be the first sentence in my last week’s column about the first signs of spring. But I forgot all about it.
I knew then I had missed something. I had this nagging feeling that I was leaving something out. But for the life of me I couldn’t grab hold of the thought.
So I fudged a few words: the print was made bigger, and no one knew I had a whole paragraph that escaped me.. But I was not satisfied. In fact, I said to my son and daughter, "Don’t critique this week’s. It leaves something to be desired
It seems to me that I have been more forgetful than I used to be. Judy, my lifetime best girlfriend is a year younger than I am. She is sailing into old age and using its perks to her benefit.
I, on the other hand, am fighting every step of the way. I am not going into old age gracefully, nor quietly. Sometimes I want to just march in time, and hold back the inevitable. For just a day.
Being forgetful is one of my struggles. Judy says, " So what you forget stuff. So do I. So do we all. You have to accept we are just a couple of old broads." That’s my friend. She didn’t have to wait to get old to speak her mind.
It bothers me, though. When I pick up the phone and don’t know who I’m calling, or open the cupboard looking for the milk, or open the fridge, not knowing what the heck I’m looking for----that bothers me.
On the week-ends, every time I go to the store, my grocery-store buddy says, "Hi for the first time." I tell him I won’t be back for a second, or third time that day. He know better. I usually forget my list, or forget to make one.
I’ve been told there’s nothing wrong with me. We forget because we’re too stressed, too busy, or both. I want to believe that. But I don’t know.
When you are at the end of the store, and walk all the way back to the beginning, and forget what you forgot, yes, that bothers me.

I did remember to meet Dan the next day, and we drove to Elkhorn again. When he dropped me off at my car, I looked at Frostie Freeze and said, "What kind of ice cream did you get last night?"
He said, "Whoops. I forgot."
I breathed a sigh of relief. He’s in his forties and FORGOT to get ice cream? My memory was vindicated. I would NEVER forget to get my ice cream.
I hopped into my car, pulled into the drive-through, and had me a big cone. It never tasted so good.
I remember this recipe by heart.
Blue Cheese Balls
you will need:
1 8 oz cream cheese, softened
4 oz Blue cheese, crumbled
1 stick margarine, softened
1 4 ½ can chopped black olives, drained
1 T dried chives
chopped pecans
Blend cheese and margarine
stir in olives and chives
chill. Shape into balls
Makes 4-5 balls
roll in chopped pecans
serve with crackers of your choice
Enjoy.