In Search of Lost Time

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FlapJilly's birthday was July 29th.  Her mother called us so that we could sing happy birthday to her.  Usually, we make that phone call on our own.  That happens when I decide that it is July 29th.

Unfortunately, I spent all day Wednesday knowing it was the 28th.

How does this happen to me?  

Without a school or work schedule to follow, I end up at Pilates on Monday when I'm scheduled for Tuesday.... or I miss my eldest grandchild's birthday.

Spending days in the hospital added to the problem, especially when they don't update the day/date white board in the patient's room.

As G'ma said when asked for the day and date during her mental status exam - Do you have a newspaper?  That information is in the top right corner.

If only the print edition of the local paper weren't $90 a month......

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  1. dkzodyJuly 31, 2026 at 12:45 PM

    OH, keeping track of the days! What a puzzle that has become around here! Our grandkids are out of school, of course, for summer break, so we lose track of where they are and what they are doing (this week they are at youth camp on the Pacific Coast). It's my birthday but I don't expect them to remember it since they have had a very busy summer and we are all in awe that school is about the start. What? How did that happen? I am certainly not bored.

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    1. Ashleigh BurroughsAugust 3, 2026 at 2:22 PM

      We rarely are certain that the older grandkids are at home... or somewhere in the Ohio Valley for one tournament or another. They keep hopping and we love watching.
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