And I came in here for what?

It is April 20th, and I am back in Tullahoma, trying to get ready for my woman's club Convention this weekend in Jackson, and to prepare for a Weekender's Party here on the 27th. My life is so full in Tennessee. Yesterday, my daughter-in-law Becca, my mother-in-law Mary, the baby "outlaw", Emily, and I took a day trip to Murfreesboro in search of "elusive" scrapbooking goodies. Becca and I share several obsessions, but scrapbooking is the newest and dearest to our hearts, especially since our family vacation in California. Next week we will get together to work on Delaney's birthday scrapbook. I am making each grandchild a scrapbook for their birthday this year, and will add a page a year until they graduate high school. Kendall loved hers when I gave it to her in March- Kendall who is now 10, to my amazement, and is showing the first budding signs of impending womanhood already- so I anticipate Delaney will like hers as well. I do a page for each year of each precious life. Emily's will be a bit skimpy this year; she will only be two! I am currently working on a scrapbook using all the antique photographs I inherited from my mother from her side of the family. When I am done, I will have each page color copied four times and give a copy of the scrapbook to each of my siblings.
But this is not what I wanted to talk about.
I do this a LOT- start off to do one thing and end up doing something else. Or going into a room and forgetting why I went in there. Or leaving a room and forgetting why I left it. Or losing my purse... my keys... my shoes... Or getting into the car and forgetting to bring whatever it was I needed the car to take care of. And I am noticing that I do this much more often in Tullahoma than in San Diego. I do it in San Diego, assuredly, but not as often. And the apartment is a lot easier to search than this wonderful rabbit warren of a house. First of all, I know whatever I am looking for won't be in Kelly's room or the main bath, and I can stand in one spot and see down the hall to the office, the whole kitchen, the entire livingroom and diningroom and into my room with a glance. Here I find myself making endless circuits looking for things, because, as I said, I go into a room and forget why I am in there.... what was I saying?