Brain drain? That’ll NEVER happen to me!


I’m half a year past my 70th birthday. Seventy used to signal ‘old’ to me and while it no longer holds that concept of being over the hill, I’m well aware of the growing degeneration that age means.

I now travel with a tote bag of meds whereas my birth control pills used to be all I needed. Joints ache–not enough to be debilitating but certainly enough to make me aware of my age. Knuckles grow by the month, the waist thickens. It seems like only a short while ago when my adolescent self would look with pity upon my oh-so-old aunts and smugly think, “That’ll NEVER happen to me!”

But most disconcerting of all is my inability to retrieve words within nanoseconds. Today’s challenges: bath mat, car fob, inuksuk. I used to pride myself on my vocabulary. Now I pride myself on my ability to use my on-line thesaurus.

(If I ever lose my ability to spell, I’ll be sunk.)


Two very elderly ladies were enjoying the sunshine on a park bench in Miami. They had been meeting in that park every sunny day, for over 12 years, chatting and enjoying each others friendship. One day, the younger of the two ladies, turns to the other and says, “Please don’t be angry with me dear, but I am embarrassed. After all these years, what is your name? I am trying to remember, but I just can’t. “The older friend stares at her, looking very distressed, says nothing for two full minutes, and finally with tearful eyes, says…”How soon do you have to know?”

Author: Judy Westergard

Retired English teacher, self-taught painter, inveterate reader and still lovin' my Kindle!

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