I think most of us are fairly comfortable in our bodies for the age we are. Inside I am still that 20 year old stud that walked the hills and valleys of Vietnam for days on end. The reality is that I would have to have massive doses of Aleve (Naproxin Sodium) if I was to even attempt to spend a few hours on my feet.
Sitting here at the computer, I am having all sorts of thoughts about the past. Truth is I couldn't find my car keys if I didn't have a great place to put them at the end of each day. I make a trip to town and keep running over and over the list of things to do and when I get home, Barb will ask me if I got her watch battery. Crap! I blame part of the problem with the roads here in eastern Shawnee County being shut down but the real blame is that short term memory problem that its problematic for over 50% of those over the age of 60.
Oh well, better get back on line and find that damned Ramsomes Mower Dealer in KC.
Aw, quitcher bellyachin'. Why does Bobwa even need to know what time it is? If she needs to know, she can ask you. That is unless your forgot where you put your watch, and that sir, is impossible.ReplyDelete
(Just so you know, I lost one of my watches about two years ago and just found it day before yesterday. Right where it was supposed to be, in the box with the rest of them, too.)
I'm forty-three, why do you ask?
It's a good thing that the Warden and I are both losing our memory ... that way we can tell the same story 3 or 4 times a day and find it just as amusing or informative ... because we don't remember the end anyway!ReplyDelete