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A word of identification for the extraordinary ability of the human brain to keep separate two disparate functions, memory recall and control of skeletonal and muscular activity, while operating each smoothly, independently, and simultaneously.
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Amelia looked at the chair at the end of the dining room table. It was left empty at every household gathering.
"Louis, you would have been so proud of our family," she said to herself with a smile, picturing him sitting there in that ridiculous, dark red knit pullover he had worn every year on this holiday.
Her son and daughter, and their families, had left early after Thanksgiving dinner as Friday was a work day for all four adults. They were insistent on cleaning up the table and dishes before they left, but Amelia was adamant.
"You all have a five hour drive to get home," she said, "and I want you to be on the road while it's still light. We're expecting snow!" And they all left, still protesting, in a blur of car doors slamming, happy "good-byes" and "I love you!" trailing after them.
Dishes clattered as she started to clear the table and carry the plates to the garbage pail for scraping. It was a fine Thanksgiving, and she had many things to be thankful for.
But her son, Peter, looked tired and strained. He was a computer programmer in Boston and she knew he was worried about being laid off. She could see, almost as it were yesterday, the expression on Louis' face when he came home, shaken, to tell her that the company he worked for had been bought out and that the new owners were closing the plant.
Things were tough for a couple of months until Louis got a job as an accountant in a local contractor's office, and in a few weeks, she began to catch him smiling again.
The hot water from the tap felt good on her hands. "We're having a little problem with 'Arthur Itis,' she mused.
The detergent was clumped, so Amelia used a knife to loosen it before pouring some into the dishwasher, then turning the dial to three and closing the door for a super wash cycle. The old washer began dancing a mild jig to the slight chugging of the motor.
"I hope that Patti and my son-in-law, Chad, are getting along better," thought Amelia throughout the dishwasher process. "Their son Mark, is just three and Julie, the baby, won't be a year old until February." Like most marriages, she and Louis had an occasional argument, but they had vowed never to go to bed angry with each other. And it worked, except she could picture that one time, after the Forno's party, when the argument was about Louis having too much to drink and he stubbornly slept on the couch.
The cold air from the open refrigerator felt refreshingly cool as contrast to the heat of the oven-warmed kitchen as she put away the last of the Thanksgiving day left overs.
Amelia looked up at the kitchen wall clock. "For goodness sake!" she exclaimed while drying her hands on a towel, "two hours have disappeared and everything is cleaned up and done. Those special mem-brain moments made the chores, and time, go by so quickly!" |
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