I was going to write about something. I can't remember what it was. It's really frustrating when this happens. I can't think of a name or the word I want to use. I couldn't think of "windchimes" this morning when talking to my neighbor. I think parts of hers fell down on the lawn over the winter and they were finally uncovered under the melting snow.
"They" say that this is normal for folks over fifty. I'm not comfortable with that. I saw how my Mom, at 82, could only tell me if she wanted red or yellow pop (Coke or Sunkist) and wanted "Hellmann's Meat Without Beets" on her shopping list (Hormel's Chili without Beans). I know where this could be headed. I don't like it.
I still can't remember what I came here to write about today. Feh.
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