Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for December 19, 2018

So true….wait…why am i in the comment room?

OMG! My team is marching and I missed the parade date???

Was that today?

I always thought Remembrance Day was about the military.

Why yes its quite an achievement.

Now if we could just remember where that room is.

I remembered right after I walked out of the room.

If I remember correctly :) it’s “event boundary”

I wonder if Wiley remembers what inspired him

Downside: No one remembered to secure the parade permit.

Our son had that problem one day. Walked into room, but forgot why. Said he accidentally solved it by walking backwards through the door – like a replay – and he remembered. I tried it a couple times and it seemed to work. But if it doesn’t work, backing through a second door doesn’t help.

This is so seriously very funny: My Grandmother taught me to go back to what I was doing, then go back to the room and I’d instantly remember what I needed from that room. I’m glad she taught me that: it makes being officially elderly WAY easier :-)

How about just remembering how to use the TV remote? Sheesh!

I remember as soon as I leave it.

The room was the bathroom.

Yet they’re outdoors, hmmm?

Well, Wiley is 67 years old. I can relate.

Provides me with new adventure, when I grin and bear it.

I object to these senior citizen stereotypes. I think we .. er, what was that? .. I’m going to make a sandwich or wash the cat..

….but damned if I know why I’m standing here with the refrigerator door open !

Never mind what I’m going into the room for, which room was I headed to? Oh well. A good friend of mine celebrating his 80th birthday was asked, “Being old sucks, doesn’t it?” He thought carefully for moment and replied, “No, no. Being old sucks. Getting old was fun!” I’ve often felt that might be the most profound statement I’ve ever heard.

I’m sitting at the table. I think of something that I want to look up on the computer. Go over to the computer, sit down, and can’t remember what it was I wanted to look for.

I don’t think I was like this when I was young, but I can’t remember. And we didn’t have computers then, anyway.

Or which room we walked into.

I remembered not to walk into the room…

They say when you forget why you came in here, you should go back to where you started. I usually works for me, except I’m wearing out my knees running up and down the stairs….

In the past decade, more money has been spent on Viagra and on breast implants than on Alzheimer’s research. This means that in 20 years, we are going to have an entire generation with perky boobs and erections, but not a clue what to do with them.

ah yes!! the “golden years!” this is the place we dreamed of for our entire working days. and—here we are. where am i?

“I’m sorry to say that I have two pieces of bad news for you.”

“Give it to me straight, Doc, I can take it.”

“First, I’m afraid you have cancer.”

“Oh, wow, what a downer. What’s the other one?”

“Sorry to say, you’ve got Alzheimer’s.”

“Man, that sucks. Well, at least I don’t have cancer.”

Anything, ANYTHING, for a change of scenery!

Those Seniors wont graduate.And yes ,I are one ;)

I do not recall ever going into a room and wondering why I entered. Of course I do not recall much anyway.

Room? What is room?

Now stay focused and don’t get distracted by everything else in the room…… uh….what was it again?

Squirrel! Dang attention span.

Note that is a pretty small parade.

Hillarious Miller!

What’s a room?

Quantum scientists have confirmed that doorways collect memories.

Now, why was I on my iPad for?

There is a reason you forget (and it’s no old age) – see http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20160307-why-does-walking-through-doorways-make-us-forget

You have to be over 50 to get this.

Most unlikely toon every!!

what room?

There would have been even More of us if we’d Remembered that we were supposed to March in the Parade.

The one great lie that we of a certain age keep telling ourselves: “I’ll remember that, I don’t have to write it down”

Well, at least no one is throwing bottles of urine and bags of feces.

Hmmm, or maybe they just forgot them?

The doorway effect.