I Have Old Timer’s Disease
I have noticed a trend in my daughter of late and it is driving me nuts. I like anyone else, old or not, have mind hick-ups. You know what I’m talking about, those moments when you’re trying to remember a name of someone or something. Maybe it’s the name of a place or maybe a street. You also have the old standby, why did I come in here. You know what I’m talking about.
I don’t see myself doing this any more often than normal but let me do it around my daughter and she is jumping all over it telling me I need to have my memory tested. This isn’t the only area she concerns herself with but it shows more than anything just how old she thinks I am and that concerns me.
No I’m not out running triathlons or attempting to swim the English Channel but come on people that doesn’t mean I’m heading my walker toward that big hole for the final sleep. No I don’t use a walker for those of you who are wondering.
I’ve got a lot of years stored up in that old brain of mine and sometimes it takes a moment to access what I’m trying to say or do. Think about it a minute. You load up your PC with a lot of crap and it slows it down, the brain isn’t much different. There is also the fact that I’m an older model and I haven’t had all the updates and patches that younger folks have had. Most of the time I thank God for this. You add to that the fact I’m usually multi-tasking and things aren’t going to just pop up front and go here I am. Also I’m not someone who totally concentrates on what is going on at any given time, unless I’m writing, and that just adds more to the equation.
Yes I admit that I’m a scatter brain a lot of the time but that doesn’t make me ready for the whole, your mind is gone, speech. I like the way my brain works. It has seen me through a lot of years of dealing with a lot of ups and downs of day to day life and I see no reason to start questioning it now.
So what brought this on? When driving home from her new house last night I was trying to tell her another route she might consider going from her new house to mine when I forgot the name of a street. Again she made the comment I needed to have my memory checked. The fact that she couldn’t think of the name either wasn’t lost on me and I pointed that fact out to her. She thought about this a minute and came back with, “well I don’t live close to it.” I may live close to this street but I am rarely on it and since it plays a super small role in my life it rarely has any reason to cross my mind until now. I can assure you it is forever stuck there now and I seriously doubt that I will forget the name of it again.
I do have a confession to make here however. I couldn’t tell you the names of most of the streets around my home because I don’t spend my time reading the street signs when I’m driving on them to get in and out of where I live. To me streets serve two purposes. One is to add to a number so you can get your mail and the other is so I can easily maneuver in and out of my neighborhood. Why the hell to I need their names stuck in my head.