We had our annual pumpkin carving contest last night. I've been doing it for twenty years (I think). Families are teams. They bring a pumpkin that is not carved nor does it have any tracing on it. Stencils or electrical tools are not allowed. Freehand only. All at the same time, each team finds a place to carve their pumpkin. They have one hour. After the hour, the pumpkins are placed side-by-side with a cover over them. When it gets dark, the pumpkins are uncovered and an unbiased person is chosen as a judge. Usually the judge is a neighbor that we knock on the door to ask them to judge.
Last night Bob was the judge. Even though he may have seen whose pumpkin was whose, he would have forgotten within five minutes, so he couldn't have been biased.
There is a traveling trophy that has been rotated for ten years. The first place team gets to claim the trophy and bragging rights for one year. The trophy is handed over to the first place team the next year by the previous year's winner.
Other memory issues with Bob that baffles me is still his memory of events we recently did. We went to see Asleep At The Wheel Friday. He doesn't remember if he has to come up with the event. But when I tell him, he knows all of the details. He doesn't remember the "title" of the pumpkin carving contest; but when I tell him we had the Pumpkin Carving Contest last night, he knows all of the details. This reminds me of last year, when I showed him objects, he couldn't name them, but he could give details about it.
Bob gets so frustrated and angry when he's talking and can't come up with words to identify the object he's talking about.
1 comment:
Bob it was so good to hear your voice today! In case you can't put your finger on how we know each other-you did markets on the air for me every Wednesday on a station in Nebraska.
Talk to you soon, as you said you would like to talk markets sometime soon.
Susan Littlefield
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