Monday October 5th 2015
the problems of failing memory and the need for records,
is that I don't actually remember whether I've been
vaccinated against a rabies. I do know that a person has
a rabies shot, then a week or so late they have another
rabies shot. And I'm pretty certain that some time in
the distant past I had a shot and then a week or so
later I had a booster shot. And this horrible experience
was supposed to protect me from something for at least
It is possible
that these very feeble memories were actually experienced by
someone else, and I have somehow sublimated them into my own
increasingly vague narrative. The obvious solution is to
just go for it and never again look in the mirror.
Henceforth I will be that person who loves going into town.
Welcomes an opportunity to visit the Dentist, doesn't care
where he parks in the Post Office car parking area and
relishes a discussion with the purveyors of propane around
the issue of a loudly humming valve on their propane tank.