I have become borderline senile and there’s no more hiding it. Gone are the days when I was “sharp as a tack” and I must admit, it is very frustrating (although a bit comical at times as well).
It used to be that if you wanted to know the name of a song or who it was that sang it, I was your man! As fast as you could ask the question, I would tell you who sang it, when it was released and what label it was released under. Nowadays, I get back to you with answers like, “You know who I mean, that guy who was married to that girl from that movie…”
It’s also not very pretty when your mind knows what you’re trying to say but your mouth is just blabbering away with a tongue-twister full of nonsense.
In just the past week alone, I have called asparagus celery, could not think of the word “clumsy” to save my life, dated a check with the year 1999 and have walked into a room only to have forgotten why I entered it, more times than I care to admit. We won’t even bring up the great missing wallet caper!
The icing on the proverbial cake came in the form of an email to my cousin. I was thanking her for a wonderful pumpkin cookie recipe that she so kindly shared with me, when I inadvertently called her by her sister’s name. Keep in mind however that this was NOT a slip of the tongue… I was WRITING this! To add insult to injury, it was an email message from Facebook and her name was less than an inch over my typing!
She was very sweet about it, but I am sure she must think I’m a bit daft. Heck… I THINK IT!
I have tried to tell myself that it’s the mixture of my medications or that I am so overwhelmed and stressed out. Sometimes I have even tried to attribute it to lack of sleep, but the truth of the matter is that these are clearly signs of getting older. So I guess along with a sagging jowls, thinning gray hair and droopy eyelids, I am also destined to play the fool. I’m confused, when did I actually sign-up for this? Why do they call them golden years?
I guess the good news is, by the time I become a total blithering idiot, I won’t have the sense enough to know the difference. The bad news? I have no children to become a burden to and will most certainly be sent to some God forsaken, county run home for aging “wannabe” authors. Or by that point is it “wantedtobe” authors? See, it’s already starting!
Oh well, I think I’m going to go watch a little television to take my mind of things. Now… where did I put that remote again?
Until next time,