Yoo Hoo!

I read an article recently about the aging mind and it wasn’t pretty.  I sure wish I could remember what it said exactly, but darn it if my aging mind let all the details go fuzzy.  I do remember that it offered me some solace that I wasn’t losing my mind…or at least that I wasn’t alone in losing my mind…something like that.

It is said that stress also has a dramatic impact on one’s ability to think clearly and retain information.  My aging mind when coupled with my high stress level equates with the mental equivalent of a mashed potatoes.  More and more I feel like a crazy person who has no control over her own brain.

Oh, how I miss my sanity.  I want it back.  I have searched for it in the dark recesses of my consciousness, but all I can find is a half-full gravy boat to go with the mashed potatoes.

I saw this magnet at a store I shop at and it spoke to me (I can say this having already acknowledged my sanity has left the building – of course magnets now “speak” to me).  Seeing as my solitary search for my sanity has not proved fruitful, I am thinking that perhaps I should solicit the assistance of others…hence my identification with this magnet.  So, if you have seen my sanity, please do let me know where it is.  If nothing else I would like to have a full gravy boat to go with my mashed potatoes.

Day six hundred and twenty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

2 Responses

  1. PrairieWoman

    My dear woman, it is quite possible that our sanities are frolicking together on some beach, somewhere and most likely with bronze skinned, buff beach boys.

    I too would like a full gravy boat to go with my mashed potatoes….

  2. Larry!

    It gets better’ when you get to be my age you realize your sanity isn’t going, everyone elses is!

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