Daily Prompt: Can’t Get It Out Of My Head

Brain Fade

It happens so often. You are chatting about something, TV shows, movies, music and someone says “Do you remember that TV show about such and such, it had this actor in it. You know the one” You do know the one but your brain freezes and you just can’t think the person’s name and nor can your companion. This happens to my sister and I a lot and it drives us crazy. It seems that the older we get the harder it is to summon up information when we want it. I suppose after 50 plus years of living we have so much trivia in our heads we can’t always find the bit we need when we need it.

Of course the trouble is that once we have had one of these brain fade incidents where neither of us can think of the answer it bugs us until we find out. We love Google for making the agony shorter. You can find almost anything on the internet if you look hard enough but you must have some information to start your search. Sometimes we can hardly remember anything about a TV show except how old we were when we watched it and some of the plot.

Of course in the days before we had the internet as an aid to our fading memories we just had to either try to remember or ask other people. Hubby would often be roped in to these “Do you remember so and so?” discussions and frequently he too would be reduced to the same state of frustration as us.

I remember one particular occasion  years ago when we were working at the Railcar Depot in Adelaide. My sister and I were working on the day shift together and as we worked at our cleaning tasks we passed the time with trivia questions. I can’t remember after all these years who asked the question or exactly what it was but it concerned a fairly recent movie, we remembered that Bette Midler was in it but we could not for the life of us think of the title. As it was day shift there were quite a lot of people about so when we stopped for our breaks and at different times as we moved around the workplace doing different jobs we’d ask people if they could help us remember what this this movie was called. We left a trail of equally puzzled people behind us, several complained good-naturedly that they would now be thinking about that question for the rest of the day. Finally one of the mechanics put us out of our misery. “Ruthless People” was the answer and we knew then that we’d be able to sleep that night.



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.


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