Losing It

I’ve heard that when you reach your 40’s things start to fall apart, and I’m here to tell you that I am right on schedule. My brain, like, can’t even.  Moon had a friend over and they started playing, “Name that State’s Capital”. About the time that the score was Friend 18, Mom 2, Moon started staring at me with a look that said, “THIS person is in charge? Lord help me!”

It’s not that I don’t know the capitals, it’s just that when they say a state like Florida I start thinking about all of the times I’ve been to Florida, and about Disney and when we’re going to go again, and about the community that my company owns that’s in Florida and what I need to do for them, and by the time I get to Tallahassee I’m two minutes behind. So basically I have too MUCH knowledge.

It’s not just my mind that’s going, my body is making run for it too. My knees? They crackle and pop every time I stand and it takes at least three minutes before I can walk straight. My left shoulder is useless, and my eyesight is GONE. These problems probably wouldn’t be a big deal for you Kittens, but I come from a long line of long living folks. If my knees hurt now, what will it be like when I’m 101?

I’m not sure why my brain and/or body are wearing out. I hardly use them!  It must be JD’s fault. He’s probably putting something odd in my food when he cooks it, or maybe he’s using highly toxic dryer sheets when he does our laundry. I’ll have to look into that as soon as he comes in here and helps me off the couch. And reminds me what I was looking for.