Some time in the early morning — maybe 2, maybe 3, I wasn’t going to look at the clock because I didn’t want to know what time it was — I found myself thinking about United States ice dancing teams.<\/p>\n
I don’t know what thought chain got me to that but there I was, and found I couldn’t remember the names of one particular team I’d loved, who’d skated and won gold medals in the 2000s.<\/p>\n
So flopping around in bed, struggling either to get to sleep or, defeated by that goal, to remember the names. I could see both their faces — she was blond and beautiful, he was Latino and handsome. How long did I take my brain to cough up his last name, which is Agosto?<\/p>\n
But I couldn’t get anywhere near the woman’s name.<\/p>\n
“I’ll google this tomorrow,” I promised myself. Which should have done the trick, except then I started thinking about our championship team which succeeded Agosto and…Her.<\/p>\n
This morning, even before I brushed my teeth, I went to work and found them: Tanith Belbin and Ben Agosto.<\/a><\/p>\n Later, when I visited my email, I found what follows, sent to me by my clairvoyant friend Susan:<\/p>\n I read this in a book recently and thought it was delightful. It is the response by an elderly woman when asked whether she remembered something (she didn’t):<\/em><\/p>\n “These days, I have to put in requests to my brain, as one does at the library, and then a little worker takes my slip and disappears into the stacks. It may take him a while, but he always comes back with the goods.”<\/em><\/p>\n That’s it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Some time in the early morning — maybe 2, maybe 3, I wasn’t going to look at the clock because I didn’t want to know what time it was — I found myself thinking about United States ice dancing teams. … Continue reading