Yesterday I was enjoying the Sunday newspaper, one of the treats I allow myself on that day of the week. Coffee, the paper, and a Mimosa. Lazily slacking off.
An article about Nora Ephron caught my eye. I’ve loved every movie in which she wrote the screenplay; have enjoyed her books, and now she has a new one out. I Remember Nothing promises to be another hilarious ride into those frightening places in our lives. You know the ones (if you’re old enough!): the worries and fears about aging; making light of the things we don’t usually talk about, but are thinking about anyway. That’s what Ephron did in her previous collection of essays, I Feel Bad About My Neck.
But in this latest book, just as with her last one, I had to chuckle as I read the article. She delves into those memory banks—those she can still retrieve—and talks about the way “people and places and events fade as if erased from tape.” And she’s not talking about Alzheimer’s, either, just the ordinary slippage of memory over the passage of many years. And then she says something that brightens the mood: “Thank God for my portable device.”
That clicked with me, because whenever I cannot recall the name of a movie in which a particular actor starred—and when that happens, I just have to know right now!—I google it. Yes, like Ephron’s portable device, the computer is my lifeline to the things I’ve forgotten…or can’t remember at the moment.
If I let it lie, of course, it will usually come to me…a few hours later.
Like I mentioned earlier, this may only resonate with you if you’re at a certain age. More than fifty and less than Infinity, that is.
Do you ever look at the actors you recall from your youth and think that they’re looking old? (The ones who haven’t had work done, of course!).
Yesterday I saw a movie, Morning Glory, with Harrison Ford and Diane Keaton, and while I thought she looked pretty good (has she, or hasn’t she had work done?), I also saw just a few of the signature lines of our age. But he…well, I was appalled that he didn’t look like Indiana Jones! He looked like…well, older.
Funny movie, but he played a rather grumpy role. Curmudgeon springs to mind.
I guess my segue into actors is just another side path on our journey into the netherlands of aging. We all do it, unless, of course we don’t.
What do you think about aging, memory, and the passage of time? Do you agree that humor helps assuage the less palatable events? I hope you’ll stop by and share.