They say that most people don't notice many of the signs of getting old. They can't avoid noticing that they are walking a little slower, that their back hurts when they climb stairs or they're just a touch forgetful. But it's all the other stuff, all the other signs of decay, which we don't address. We're all good at telling ourselves lies.
And, if I'm honest I have to accept that everything is not as it was. I am slower at picking up on cues. If Marilyn says, as she did today, 'Bring me the mop and bucket,' I have to stop and think, "Where is it? What does it look like?" So, I'm much slower at reacting. And, even, when it's in front of me, I don't always recognise it. When looking for a mop bucket, my mental image is a cylindrical, galvanised iron pail with two rollers on the top and a foot pedal to move them closer together. There is nothing like that in our house.
A mop bucket is, in fact, a brightly coloured oval-shaped container with two compartments, one of which can be made to spin by pressing a foot pedal. What chance do I have?
A hundred times a day, also, I find myself making a mental note about something I have noticed or something that has occurred to me or something that I have found in the news. The plan is that I can use it as a post in my blog. I might as well not bother. Within minutes of making the mental note, my mind is blank. When I sit down to write today's clever thought, there's nothing there.
It's frustrating when there's so much happening in the world which is worth a comment and I've missed it.
No comments:
Post a Comment