Woman on Wheels

People said I was good at remembering names.  I enjoyed the look of surprise on people’s faces when they heard their name spoken and realized I cared about who they are.

If I couldn’t remember a name, I surely recognized a face I’d seen before, and likely where and when I’d seen it.

My man and I moved 11 times in 20 years while he was in the military.  Having lived so many places did present a challenge for my memory when I saw a familiar face.  I often had to ask myself if the face belonged to someone I had met where I lived presently, or if it was a face that resembled someone I knew while I lived someplace else.  I could usually figure it out.

I spend most of my time at home now, so you’d think meeting fewer people and seeing a limited amount of faces would result in being able to remember a greater percentage of those I encounter.  Not so.  Whether that can be contributed to age, MS, or both can’t be determined.

What’s most uncomfortable for me, is that so many people seem to know who I am.   At first, I was surprised and praised people for their tremendous memories.  It took me longer than it should have to realize that I am incredibly easy to identify.  There aren’t a lot of women riding around on electric scooters.  It’s more than likely the way I am described…”you know, the woman on the scooter”.  Although I would so much rather be described as tall, dark-haired or friendly, there are worse ways to describe a person.

I have become the Woman on Wheels.  Weeeeeeee!  I’m thinking I should change my name to something that starts with “W” or think of a catchy nickname.  Help me brainstorm….ideas?