LOST: ONE WHOLE YEAR

Somewhere between my distant past (which, the older I get, I can remember very well even into my early childhood), and the present (I am lucky to remember what I did yesterday), I have lost a year. Yep, 365 whole days; pffffft!

I was shocked yesterday to be reminded that we have not only lived in this condo eight years but we’re now going into our tenth year here! What?? We moved in here in 2003 when the building was just finished. Look it up on the internet! THIS BUILDING WAS BUILT IN 2003!! Better than that, just go outside and look at the date written in the sidewalk, the date the last of the concrete was poured including our driveway! The answer after a trip outside to check above-mentioned date: March, 2002. I was dumbfounded! What happened?

I have heard of people losing hours of time but not 365 consecutive cottin’ pickin’ days! I have not been in a coma nor was abducted by ET and his alien buddies (to my knowledge) or any such physical or mental misfortune. Even the blackouts I have had in my past only amounted to a few hours at most. Is it possible to go completely blotto for one whole year and not even realize it? Seems so!

Anyway, I have been trying to put the missing pieces together and I think I’m convinced that in my elder age, I have just become confused at times. I can hear you saying: “AT TIMES? Good Lord, woman! You are confused ALL THE TIME!”

I just hope that in the year I’m missing, I didn’t miss anything exciting. But how would I know since I don’t know which year is missing? See what I mean? I’m so confused! (“We know!”)