Here’s the bummer about getting old. You forget things. I was talking to Julie this morning and I couldn’t remember someone’s name or the name of a show I was watching.
It’s been bothering me even though my shrink says it’s normal and I’m only as batty as any other 75 year old person.
Just in case she’s wrong I have been watching Jeopardy every night and doing the New York Times crossword puzzles every day.
I ace the Monday and Tuesday but we shall not speak of Friday or Saturday.
All this in an effort to stretch my brain because I am anxious about this.
The this morning while talking to Julie I had an epiphany. Remember when I used to have a lot of those? Now they’re few and far between.
But here it is….
I’m not a surgeon or an astrophysicist. Who cares what I say?
With Julie’s approval I’ve decided to chill.
From now on if I can’t think of a word I’ll just insert any word I do think of.
I’m in kind of a hurry now because I have to walk my couch and then I have an appointment with my lipstick.
You’re smart enough!!!
I can’t remember if I shared this lady with you or not. She’s a hoot and this particular post is relatable. Having cell phone issues. Will call when fixed. XOXO TaTa Sweet
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