It’s Thursday.  That’s why I’m bringing the trash
can back from the curb.  The garbage man doesn’t
come until Friday.  Thursdays are when I check the
oleander bushes for worms.  Maybe I’m not getting
enough ginko.

Yesterday I was supposed to trim the goats’ hooves.
They didn’t remind me.  I barely got the light bill in
the mail on time and forget about changing the oil
at 6,000 miles.  I’m beginning to wonder if the shelf
life of the ginko has expired.

I remembered our anniversary was on the 11th–on
the 12th.  Christmas is easier to remember since
reminders start right after Hallowe’en.  Birthdays and
anniversaries–no reminders.  I must rely on that
unreliable ginko.

I remember when I took my steady to the county fair
and spent all my money on the midway trying to win
a prize.  She had to spring for burgers and Cokes.
That was 56 years ago.  I’ll check the receipt to see
what I bought at the hardware store yesterday.  Is
it highly overrated–ginko?