Getting Old

I was driving to St. Cloud last week and had an idea for a blog so I pulled out the little recorder that I’d purchased a while back. I held it in my hand and glanced at it several times. I could not for the life of me figure out how to use it. Later I searched for the directions but they weren’t in any of the usual places I store directions for things. No use trying to remember what my great idea was. It is gone now.

I wanted to store a web site so that I could go to it later but forgot how to do it even though it is less than a month ago since my daughter taught me how to do it. The language has changed. “Favorites” worked for me for a long time. I don’t know the new words. I don’t have the icons I used to have on my old computer. I can’t even find the sites I have already saved.

There is a place in my computer where pictures are stored but I can’t remember how to put pictures into it or take them out.

I wanted to text a friend the other day and found I couldn’t do it.

I bought a new foot for my sewing machine a while back that helps in quilting layers of fabric. I can’t figure out how to attach it. It came without instructions.

Getting old sucks.