I admit to having memory lapses and trying to find ways of coping.
If you have seen me over the last couple of years, chances are that you will see my keys hanging around my neck. Until I moved to Kansas, I wasn't really worried about losing keys. I always had someone around to let me in or rescue me. But when I was spending time away from my family, I knew I had to keep up with them. So I have a collection of lanyards, in the colors of the different institutions that I have passed through, now handing from the corner of my bookcase. For the most part I have been able to keep myself from being locked out. I only had to call AAA once while at Cortland.
OS electronic tools that are shared on my devices are constantly referred to as my own telephone number and address have changed frequently. I rely on the alerts from my calendar. Don't get me started on website passwords. There are just too many things to remember.
And then there are the things that I only have to remember for a short time like wifi passwords as we travel. I have to be able to remember it long enough to type it into the login screen. It is my experience that I can do this if the info is written out and not just told to me. I need to study it and see a pattern.
On our day trip last weekend, our cell coverage was lost on most of the back roads. We had left our son at home and I was anxious to make contact. When we stopped for lunch, I asked about wifi just after the greeter seated us. She came back with a book. As a non-cell phone person, she had no need to remember it herself.
It was a complicated login for me. I just couldn't seem to get it right. Finally I took a picture of the required info and sent her on her way. I was so proud that I came up with a solution, a way of coping with my difficulty.
Then the wifi-gods had a laugh at me. When I tabbed between the login screen and the picture, the login screen disappeared and I would have to start all over again.
Finally after a couple more tries, I got it right and got in.
My son gave a one word reply to my message.
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