More than muscle memory
bTime for me to make a (mental) list of jobs that used to be easier. You know, back when I could see what I was doing. Muscle memory is over-rated.
Today, making a bed. A double bed with several sheets. (How many? I lost count). It was only after I found myself getting dizzy from the number of trips around the end of the bedframe that I realized something important. There’s a reason why we try to make our beds during daylight, or at lease with artificial lamps. A lot of intense calculations are required, to get the sheets in the proper orientation, and even on both sides. Don’t believe me? Go to your room (not a punishment), remove the covers (all of them) from the bed. Now, put them back in place. In the correct order, please. Oh, and keep your eyes closed (or in squint) while making your best effort. How did it go? Would it pass inspection from the drill sargeant, or your spouse?
Serioulsly, what seems simple takes on a whole additional layer of “that’s not fun!) when you can’t see the workspace. I know, the rich have people to take care of the mundane in life. I’m not rich enough.
If that was easy, now prepare a batch of KD. Remember, with your eyes shut. I am sure you are comfortable with working over a hot stove. And getting your measurements (by eyeball, as they say) assumes that you aren’t diminisned. Drunk, or blind. How did it taste? The KD, not the beer. We’re still trying easy things.
Now, go and clean the bathroom.
