Yep, I reached a point at which remembering a lot of old remembered stuff was no longer worth remembering. Too, I decided, after living for several in the this new century, that a most of the new century's stuff is useless and worthless, and doesn't require remembering.
For 11-years, my wife tended to her dementiated mother. One day I needed to talk to my wife and phoned her mother's house.
"Hello, Dorothy, may I speak to Joyce?"
"She's not here."
"Hmmm . . . she said she was going to visit you, today."
"No, she's not here."
"Well, when she shows up, please, tell her to call me."
"Okay."
That evening, I told my wife about the phone call.
"So, that was you who called?"
"Yep."
"I was sitting right next to her, on the couch."