Have you, like me, stashed something away in a safe place only to find that you can't remember where that is?  Great!  I don't mean great that you've lost something but great that it isn't just me who has that happen.

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Not remembering has nothing to do with getting older as I have been doing this most of my adult life. Often, I kept something because it has some sentimental value or I just knew I'd need it at some future time.  Where to put it was always answered in a logical fashion. Or so I thought. Then when it came time to relocate that something, my mind was totally blank.  The logic would escape me just I needed it most.

I don't know who created the resealable packaging for cookies but you've just got to love it. Right?  Who hasn't had their share of stale cookies and were totally let down by the lackluster taste after having spent hours fighting off the urge to indulge?  Surely I am not the only one! Problem solved.  With this packaging you never need experience these emotional letdowns again.  Forever your cookies will be as fresh as the day they were packaged.  No longer do you have to gobble them up in record time to savour the freshness.  As if that would be the reason!  But now you can eat just one a day for as long as the package lasts - as if!  Don't know about you, but can't imagine such a thing!

There are many differences between cats and dogs. Anyone who has had both knows what I mean.  Although they both fall under the term pets, that's where the similarities end.

It has been said that while dogs have owners, cats have slaves. That sure seems to be the case at my house. Now that spring has arrived, our cat, Ginger, believes that my sole purpose in life is to not only care for her daily requirements but also to be a constant door opener. And I am.

Have you, like me, stashed something away in a safe place only to find that you can't remember where that is? Great!  I don't mean great that you've lost something, but great that it isn't just me who has that happen.

Not remembering has nothing to do with getting older as I have been doing this most of my adult life. Often, I kept something because it had some sentimental value or I just knew I'd need it at some future time. Where to put it was always answered in a logical fashion. Or so I thought. Then when it came time to relocate that something, my mind was totally blank. The logic would escape me just when I needed it most.

The questions seemed harmless enough when asked. Do I bowl? And would I be willing to fill in for someone who couldn't make the team when they did the charity bowl? I said sure to both.

It seemed harmless enough.  I did bowl; many years ago when I was much younger. How much could have changed? Wasn't it just like riding a bike? That's what I thought and in theory I was absolutely correct.

But the difficulty came in the execution. Yes, I had the concepts down pat. I even remembered where to stand on the lane, how to do the three step approach, and the mechanics of holding the ball in preparation for delivery. After that, it all broke down.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. So says many a science teacher.  That seems to be one of the few things I remember from my science classes.  Although I truly liked school, science was not one of my interests. Still isn't.

I have very little knowledge in that department and I certainly don't have a green thumb, although truth be told I have been occasionally green with envy.  And I did grow a stick for two years, but that's a story for another time.

There were aspects of science that I just didn't get. Like the opening statement. If energy is neither created nor destroyed, then where do things go when they disappear? Things like the fluff off dandelions, clouds, lightening and fat, which is none other than stored energy. And I guess it's fat that's got me the most puzzled after watching a recent show on Oprah.