While Mr. Snooty & I were playing golf this morning, he asked if I wanted steak for dinner and I replied no because we were going to The Alien's party. He looked at me rather strangely (actually, he looked at me as if I were drunk or retarded or both) and said no that the party was next week. I said no it wasn't because this is Memorial Day Weekend. He said that it was indeed next week. I looked at my watch and sure enough, this is May 24th. It might be helpful if I'd occasionally glance at a calendar. I didn't realize that The Powers That Be pulled an *itchy switchy* on me and changed the weekend we celebrate it this year. That's just peachy. Why didn't someone enlighten me that I was slightly off my on my countdown to the The Party?
This fading memory dilemma started out slowly and just barely began raising its Ugly Head in my late 40's. Mostly little unimportant things here & there, only occasionally. By my mid 50's, it seems like a large, freshly cut Redwood tree headed for the ground at a high speed. *TIMBER!* Everyone take cover! No telling where my mind is and I wouldn't want any casualties among the bystanders. I think I need a Road Trip to go and find it. Oh, if it were only that simple.
Worse yet, I missed a Spring Tea (not that I really wanted to go) on Thursday. Yes, that's right. I thought it was, of course, NEXT Thursday. But the very worst of all, is this. Last week when I was working on my new cooking blog, I was kind of cleaning things up around my own personal blogosphere. I began deleting posts I'd started that I didn't like & some I just messed up beyond repair. Once I finished, I looked on my blog dashboard and it said I'd only made 80 something posts. WHAT A FEEBLE MINDED SIMPLETON I am! I believe this particular post will be #94. So, I inadvertently lied about reaching 100 posts, but I guess since I'm almost to 100, it wasn't that big a deal, although to me it was just another notch in the belt of the culprit responsible for taking my brain!
Then, a few days ago I ventured out to the grocery store and as much as I hate the grocery store, I spent more than an hour there. Waiting for the butcher to get his fat self over to the counter to wait on me, searching the same aisles over & over to find the items on my list (because they constantly change where everything is). I finally chose the
This is your brain on drugs --------------->
This is your brain on old age ------------->
Can you see a difference? Yup, me neither.
By my calculations, if my brain and eyes keep going at the rate they are currently, I am so totally screwed in like 10 years. I'll be completely deaf, dumb, and blind by the time I'm 65. WoW! Now there's something to look forward to, huh? But, you know what? I just say to heck with it. If I'm deteriorating that fast, then I think it's time to start really living and doing all of the things that I really want to do BEFORE I lose my dearest brain entirely. Damn! I do so hate to see it go. It's been such a good brain for 55 years and I can't believe it's failing me now. I'm sure that has nothing to do with all of the extracurricular