I don’t doubt that even Donald Trump of big sign TRUMP TOWERS in Chicago is annoyed with senior moments. You can’t do a comb over on the brain. The memory becomes an unreliable tool (nothing new here), but I have noticed that if you wait, the missing thought will pop into your head. Now the word or idea may be a day late, but what the heck? Later rather than sooner indicates a degree of success. The tool is rusty, but still working.
I also think that the functions of the brain are programmed. This idea is not mine, nor is it new. Certain areas of the brain respond to certain needs and have particular characteristics.
Again, we all know that, but judging from my own experiences, I have found that the little grey cells don’t quite quit. They attempt to remedy or replace or even patch the old gadgetry by offering other compensations.
What does that mean? As we age, we sit more; at least I seem to. Okay, but now I also enjoy those quiet moments of taking in the scene of the moment. I’m out of the race. I used to be a regular toe-tapper, leg- swinger, always ready to move to the next thing. My pace has slowed, and I now savor certain moments that are almost poetic in nature. A sense of being is everything. Wow. Yes, wow and more so. To be in the moment and part of the moment is better than a “big fat Greek wedding.”
Whoopee. Being bored, feeling sorry for yourself, can be reduced by skydiving, especially if you jump in the buff. Happy landings. With this scary thought, I wish you all a proactive new year. Regards, my friends.
Words I frequently forget, my brain tells me to repeat and then add a mental picture to associate with the word. These mnemonic devices work. One word I could never remember is “nebulizer.”