If Memory Serves

I recently bought a book which is a follow-up to a book I finished reading last week. The new book is entitled Fierce and it's a memoir. Turns out I already read this book in March of this year. The reason I know that I already read the book is because thankfully I try to list all the books I read on Goodreads.com which I am discovering is a handy tool for the aging populace - I mean if the aging populace can still type with their arthritic hands or use voice recognition software after they find someone to install it for them first.

From now on I'm going to check any books I am considering buying against my list at Goodreads prior to purchase. Though I realize because I buy a lot of books from Amazon, I should check past purchases there also. How come Amazon doesn't warn me ahead of time when I do something stupid? I wonder if when I purchase a duplicate book if they flag it and start poking each other in the ribs and laughing at me? Seriously, that's pretty much what I would do for customer service but I know that Amazon doesn't have time. They'd be on the floor with laughter. I'm sure they employ the use of robot arms pulling books. But a robot should be able to keep even better track of my duplicate purchases. "Hey, doofus, you purchased this book in March 2010, are you sure you want to purchase again?" -- Some little flag for the aging populace would surely come in handy. I'm going to suggest it to them. (So they know I'm old and feeble and they'll put a red check-mark by my name.)

I hope I can remember to keep adding the books I'm reading. I really hope I can continue to use my eyes to see, and my hands to turn pages or press buttons (on the Kindle), and my brain so I can continue to work so I have money with which to purchase duplicate copies of every book I've ever read and then have something to blog about. Because isn't that what life is all about?

Yesterday I found two heads of broccoli in my cupboard and had to toss them. Since my nose quit working a few years ago, I suppose in ideal conditions I might have smelled the broccoli before I saw it. I have no idea how long ago I put broccoli in my cupboard. The heads were nearly brown. I've not quite reached the age or condition where I must use brown broccoli in a soup with some stones I collected in the yard. But gimme a minute.

When I mentioned the book memory thing to my mom she laughed a bit and said, "You caught the disease. She ought to know. She has it. My sister has it. My friend downstairs has it. Kaffy has it. Baglady has it.

I am grateful that I'm aware enough to notice the subtle changes as I age. As long as I am able to laugh at buying duplicate books and chuckle at my saggy neck, I'm okay with aging though I think I'll stop buying broccoli if I can't remember where to stick it.