Preventative Maintenance

A mind is a terrible thing to waste - more specifically my mind (in my opinion anyway). I know that puzzles such as Sudoku are supposed to be great exercises for your brain, but I don't see how the repetitive nature of rewriting the numbers one through nine is exercise! Anyway, if the answers are in the back of the book it is far too easy to cheat. Maybe I don't need mental aid, I need a lesson in self-control. But, I digress . . .

Of late I have found myself in the throes of blond moments. Just that perpetual 'duh' feeling, where you know people are looking at you because you just did something silly. Usually I have, which is just part of my charm. However, I do not appreciate my memory deciding to have a mind of it's own. It's my mind, that's the point. The best example would be at rehearsal the other day. One person was not completely satisfied with the arrangement for one of the songs. Having quite the collection of music books myself, I knew I had a better one. Could I find it? No. I searched through the same book several times, figuring there must be a reprise somewhere; why else would I think these things?

Two days later I found it in a completely different book. Please do not ask me what triggered my memory all of a sudden, I haven't the foggiest (that's all I had for days - fog in my head).

This may not seem like a big deal to you. Of the hundreds of books, tens of thousands of pages, and millions of words, this was only a few pieces of paper that slipped my mind. Maybe because of my recent birthday, I am subconsciously feeling elderly. Possibly due to the fact that I do memorize things easily, I have reached maximum storage capacity - kind of like the napkin holders at Tim Hortons. You can stuff as many as you want in one side, but they might start popping out the other! Whatever the reason, it just bugs me.

I have decided to fight this however I can. My first attempt was with Penelope yesterday. I figure that dementia is most common in the elderly. How do we fight this? Act childish!
It may have been only a few scant minutes, but I climbed the tree. Am I strange? Yes, I will admit freely that I am. But if this is how I psychologically decide to deter the decline of my mental status, who are you to judge? Don't even tell me that you're the voice of reason. I don't believe in you.

I am so thankful to have a friend like Penelope. She witnessed my antics, she listened to my ramblings, and waited patiently for my rantings to subside. Through all this she managed to keep her laughter inside, where it would not injure my momentarily fragile state-of-being.

Slight memory blips might be a nasty premonition of my twilight years, but at least I know that she'll be there; laughing right alongside me!