> Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D
> (Age Activated Attention Deficit Dis order)
>
> This is how it manifests:
>
> I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I
> look over at my car, and decide my car needs washing.
>
> As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch
> table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.
>
> I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
>
> I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage
> can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
>
> So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage
> first.
>
> But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out
> the garage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
>
> I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check
> left.
>
> My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to
> my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.
>
> I'm going t o look for my checks,but first I need to push the Coke aside
> so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
>
> I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the
> refrigerator to keep it cold.
>
> As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the
> counter catches my eye-- they need to be watered.
>
> I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses
> that I've been searching for all morning.
>
> I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water
> the flowers.
>
> I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water
> and, suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen
> table.
>
> I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the
> remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide
> to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the
> flowers.
>
> I pou r some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the
> floor.
>
> So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up
> the spill.
>
> Then, I head down the hall, trying to remember what I was planning to
> do.
>
> At the end of the day---
>
> **the car isn't washed
> ** the bills aren't paid
> ** and there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
> **the flowers don't have enough water
> ** there is still only 1 check in my checkbook
> ** I can't find the remote
> ** I can't find my glasses
> ** and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
>
> Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really
> baffled, because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really pooped.
>
> I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for
> it, but first I'll check my e-mail.
>
> Do me a favor, will you?
>
> Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don' t remember to
> whom it has been sent.
>
> Don't laugh----if this isn't you yet, your day is
> coming!!
>
> GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
>
> GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
>
> LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC.
>
>
> Have a good day, or did I say that already?
> Classification: UNCLASSIFIED
> Caveats: NONE
>
> --
> Frederick Martin McNeill
> Poway, California, United States of America