This is my post for #freewriters 2789 prompt merchant of lost things hosted by @mariannewest
I sit here and wonder where time goes. In my mind, it was not long ago when I was in my twenties. Now, I will be 69 next month, and I wonder where the things I had in my hand a few moments ago went.
Where did I put my hat? Has anyone seen my phone?
I set my drink down, but where? Have you seen my shoes?
Why did I come in here? Maybe if I go back, I can remember.
Going back to the other room only works sometimes.
I never thought of myself becoming old and the possibility of needing a merchant of lost things to recover all of my misplaced items, but I might have come to the point of needing one.
Yes, I have thought of being old and not wanting to be a burden to anyone, but I have never thought about losing my memory. I hope that never happens. I had one aunt who had Alzheimers. She was the sweetest little old lady until she lost her memory, then she became mean, she was a different person than she was.
My daughter said she would never put me in a nursing home. I told her if I did not know who she was and I was hard to handle, to put me in one, I would not know the difference.
altogether, I have 16 pineapples
I think if they put me in the garden in a chair with a pot of soil and a hardy plant, I would be happy planting the same plant over and over again.
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