Some people think it helps to slap your forehead

We went to the beer garden yesterday to play Scrabble, which we've done nearly every night for the last week. School starts Monday, so spending every possible evening out of doors, especially for Squire, seems necessary and important. Although it was the same even temp in the apartment yesterday as it is every day, it was colder outside, and my sleeveless dress meant I was unable to spell words other than "freezing". As Squire was anyway not playing, I called him over & begged him to run back to the apartment to get me a sweater. The apartment is less than 15 minutes' stroll from the beer garden, and I thought that Squire, running like the wind, could solve my chattering teeth in about 20 minutes. Bribes were offered. Specific sweaters and their locations were mentioned.

Slightly over 30 minutes later, he ambles back. He was delayed because he went to the bathroom at home. He has a letter from the mailbox. He has his magic wand. You totally know where I'm going with this, don't you.

I myself suffer from recurrent destinesia. I will walk into the bedroom to get my glasses, stand there for a minute, dumbfounded, and wander back out again with no glasses. Did I walk in there to blink myopically at the dustmotes, or what? Ten minutes later I may even do the same thing again. However, if I say the word "glasses" before walking into the room, it kicks the brain over the barrier with ease. How could someone have a clearly described item in his mind, go for the specific purpose of getting it, have a bribe dangling at the end of the line, and ... forget?

Anyway, he went back to get the sweater, and this time it only took 20 minutes. I do understand that it was entirely my fault for forgetting to bring a sweater (I normally do, even in the hottest months), and I understand that my physical unease today is a result of my behavior, not his. However, I am a little worried about this whole "back to school" thing. Between the early onset destinesia and the new "different teacher for every class" system, I think we may have a very long year ahead of us.

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[yr mother]

You remember the Jack tale about sody salaratus, don’t you? I hope so, because I’ve lost the details – something about a little boy being sent to the store, and coming home with the wrong thing several times – so you see he is just acting out a part of his American/Irish/Endoeuropean heritage. Love, Mom