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How to Speak Lemonpiefirefly

So -
I needed a small kitchen appliance for a meal I was concocting. I have been gone for a few days and I noted that the item was no longer where it used to reside. G, who must have recently moved it, walked past and I motioned toward the area where it "always" was and said "I need that" (unable to come up with the proper name of the item quickly enough).
He slowed and gave me a quizzical look.
I continued with, "You know; the thing that normally sits there. The thing that makes bread darker."
He turned and pointed at it, chuckling at my anomia, saying, "what, that?". It was a couple feet away, in the breakfast nook, tossed askew on his kegerator thing.
"Ah, yes; the toaster*. Thanks."

Communication, bitches.

*either enough time for my brain to find the label, or seeing it jogged that pathway.
Yeah. If I ever start having "actual" memory issues, it will be bloody hard to recognize the fact until I am actively drooling in my oatmeal.

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dragonfly_sg1
Feb. 1st, 2015 08:32 pm (UTC)
lol Been there many-o-times. I often turn towards charades. LOL
lemonpiefirefly
Feb. 1st, 2015 08:55 pm (UTC)
I am the "main idea" person - even if I have *literally just* seen something, the likelihood I will get the quote exact regarding dialogue is quite slim (ask jackwabbit). That said, I can usually summarize okay. so I generally can come up with "adjacent ideas" like "makes the bread darker." But yeah; sometimes, it's all about the charades.
lolmac
Feb. 2nd, 2015 04:16 am (UTC)
brought to you by Leonard Pitts
Gee, and I was wondering if he'd used it to build a Stargate! Darn!!

One of my favourite quotes on the subject, which is very close to me (my father having died of early-onset Alzheimer's):

"Alzheimer’s is not about forgetting where you laid the keys. It’s about forgetting what keys are for."

Put another way: don't worry about the inevitable spots of aphasia, as long as you don't find yourself standing in the kitchen, where you went to get something to drink, wondering what the great big white square thing is and how it opens. (True event.)
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