Friday, February 18, 2011
I decided that it might be prudent to do a small wit check on my blog now and then.
Am I going to tell a joke periodically to see if I'm still, or ever, funny?
I crack myself up, don't get me wrong, but I"m not sure that translates into blogdom.
Nope, I'm talking about that whole concept of "keeping my wit's about me."
Yeah, you other middle aged gals, you know what I'm talking about.
Yup, I'm talking about losing my wits, my ability to be sharp.
Yuh, I see you Jon and Chris, I see you nodding…..see, this is what I'm talking about.
I'm 48, I know, how'd that happen?
And, I have a fear, based on nothing of substance, that I'm gonna lose my mind, or at least my sharpness. My folks are in their very late 70's and still sharp as ever.
You would think this would reassure me, and it does to a small degree.
But I've never done anything the easy way and so I know, in those wee hours of the morning, that it would hold to form that I would be the one of my five sibs to end up with early onset gaps.
Yeah, it's a pride thing to be sure; I have always been the queen of multitasking and juggling many things. I still do all that but ever so much more poorly.
So. It could happen.
It might already be happening (hush boys).
Now I like to think that those little mishaps of oh, not recalling the kids names properly, or remembering where I set down my keys phone sunglasses pens paper book ipad glasses keys phone are normal…
But when I find them in the fridge (hush boys) or on my head then it's a whispered worry.
It would be a clanging worry but it seems I'm losing my hearing a bit too.
Tom says I'm just distracted and not focusing.
God bless that man I love him.
But I read this book and it put the irrational fear of losing my mind right in the forefront…until I forgot about it.
So, now and then I think I might be posting about this, and other sundry sagging things about aging.
Because it pops randomly into my mind, until I forget.
Which means I want to catch it when it passes through.
You youngsters will probably want to skip these posts as they pop up; because first they will bore you but second they might scare you. It's not pretty, aging. It's a heel dragging slide downhill, physically speaking. Sure, the tradeoff in contentment and wisdom is worth it, etc etc….but even so……those wee hours of the morning can be a worry.
So, I'm doing a check now and then, a little note to compare notes; to see if I'm at wit's end….and not the "end of my rope" version either. We all know I hang on to that rope with a white knuckle grip anyhow, that's not any news.
But a systems check? Always worth it….
Think I'll go do a crossword now.
Words with Friends, anyone??