Observant I’m not. I go through the world totally oblivious to much that goes on around me. If someone asks me what someone else was wearing at some social function, I would have no idea. Perhaps if they had been totally naked I would have noticed, otherwise no.

An incident from my past clearly illustrates my problem. I had dropped off my lawnmower for servicing. The place did a big business, and hundreds of mowers were in the service lot. I returned to pick up my mower on the appointed day. The lot attendant took my ticket and asked the color of my mower. I said green. Forty minutes later, cursing me under his breath, he delivered my orange mower. I honestly didn’t remember what color it was.

One of my sons is a polar opposite. He observes everything. Take him along if you are thinking about buying a new house. He can spot a structural defect with his eyes half-closed.