I was walking around in a real fear of the loss of my short term memory. I had been crocheting and Elyse's dog interrupted me for some fun interaction. I had my large project with me, in my lap and I pet her and then got up and gave her a treat. Distraction led me in a few different directions, to the laundry and to the dishes and then I returned to my crocheting project and everything was intact, except that my 18 inch needle was gone. I know Emma didn't eat that? I backtracked, I looked as best I could and reached into the couch, but I was sure that my memory must be gone. I kept doing exercises of memory, "what is my name?" my address? These things are the first thing to go, when I have a memory episode, here and there. I was certain that my Alzheimer fear had come to invade me.
I bought a new needle. I found sundry other needles around in my search. I resumed my project for a few days. finished one and started another and I sat on the couch to complete another project, when I was interrupted by a dinner pot overboiling. As I jumped up, {as much as I can jump, these days} I heard a clink of metal in the couch behind me. The new needle had fallen into the couch and clinked against the old needle. Thank You Jesus, I am not in the last stages of Alzheimer's, after all. That needle had found the exact place in the couch where the other needle had fallen into the couch. It was a real interior portion of the couch that it had fallen. Halleluia, What a Savior!
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