I was in the mood to make some of my friends happy that they are not the only ones who forget things and spend a lot of time searching for something that they had in their hands just 5 minutes before. I get several responses telling me that the humor that I intended did in fact make them smile. Sadly I received a couple of comments that came from the sadder side of life. The sadness of chronic and intense senility, though not spelled out in the message was present in the "spirit." I felt it. I still do. Who knows, I may even be in denial...If so, I pray that I and those around me be always blessed with the humor of the disjointedness of the things I do.
That's the mental part. Wait until you see the physical part. That's quite a sight too. Numb hands that can no longer tie shoe laces, pick up coins from the floor, turn the pages of a book, (thank God for e-books) make a fist and/or even spread out all the way. Wanna talk knees? Naw, there's only one good one anyway. Eyes are OK, thanks to the fact that they are 50% real and 50% plastic. Teeth come in at about 40/35/25 -- real/plastic/gone.
The hair that I have is thin, but I still have enough hair on my head to cover it all so that I have about as much face to wash as I do hair to comb. My eyebrows have been trying for years to hijack more and more space than I want to give them. I'm winning that one, thanks to my scissors.
My ears don't hardly work any more. So, I won't waste your time if you don't by trying to talk to me.
You can tell that I am a ramblin' wreck. But that's only on the outside. I don't have enough time to talk about the parts you can't see, touch or hear. I also don't have a polite enough vocabulary to talk about those other things.
So, overall, if we get to meet within the next few months, the topics of conversation are already pretty well defined.
C ya!
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