Yesterday a dear friend of many years came to visit us. She now lives in Tyler so we don't get to see each other as often as I would like. She and her now deceased husband lived five doors down from us for nearly 18 years and she and I went to grad school together many years ago. As neighbors and friends we got together as couple and visited back and forth and have known each others children and grandchildren. Good, good friends!
He-Who was doing his sweeping thing on the porch when she arrived. I had told him to expect her and she greeted him warmly with a hug and they chatted for a few minutes. She came into the apartment and we sat down to chat. In a few minutes He-Who came in, said hello, put away his red broom and went into the bedroom and went to sleep. She was gone when he woke up and I mentioned how great it was to have the visit. He had no idea what I was talking about. He didn't recognize her and just thought she was a friendly resident. New marker: some long-term memory is failing. I was shocked! Maybe I shouldn't be but I was. She was almost family a long time and I just didn't see this coming. She didn't realize he didn't know her until later when I told her. Wow! At least he is still the same ol' sweet friendly guy in so many ways.
Oh and by the way, the flatware I ordered on Black Wednesday over the Internet from Macy's is really ugly and now I have to recruit my daughter to help carry this heavy box sitting in our living room back to the store where hopefully I will find something better. Oh well, win a few, lose a few and we can still manage with the old stuff.