I Forget

Short Story Day 24 of 365

I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I forget

It’s not intentional, mind you

I mean, how could it be

For example, sometimes I forget to water the plants

Two months later, no more plants

Gone, died

It’s my own fault because I really should have a thorough to-do list the older I get

But I don’t

And I don’t expect that I ever will

That’s not all

I sometimes forget to take out the garbage on Wednesday nights for a Thursday morning pickup by the trash collectors

Perhaps it’s a mental block I have

Maybe deep down I don’t really want to tie up the last bag, open the garage door, go out to the driveway and toss the bag into the can and wheel it three feet to where the pickup crew can hoist it into their truck easily

 It’s not a complicated process but sometimes I’m just lazy about it

I know it needs to go out else I have to wait another week for what’s already outside to be picked up

The trash crew certainly isn’t going to wheel the can down for me

It’s not their job

If I was handicapped, they might do it, but I’m perfectly healthy

I suppose if I put on the proverbial thinking cap, I could come up with other examples of my forgetfulness, but alas, I can’t overthink this because it’s just not worth further consideration

Sometimes I just forget