k0ua
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I blame most all of my memory problems on my youth. I tested to many 9 volt batteries with my tongue. I think I fried some brain circuits. :laughing:
Uh, Oh... that was my favorite testing method too..
I blame most all of my memory problems on my youth. I tested to many 9 volt batteries with my tongue. I think I fried some brain circuits. :laughing:
Yes, that can play some part in it all. I'd heard, and I'm not sure it was a ruse or not, that as we age we have taken on a LOT more information and retrieval of information becomes a bit more difficult as our brains have to rummage around through a lot more stuff.
Well I just recovered from a Senior Weekend! I lost my truck keys on Friday... today they showed up inside my underwear in the laundry basket.
Well I just recovered from a Senior Weekend! I lost my truck keys on Friday... today they showed up inside my underwear in the laundry basket.
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Best part I found them before the better half. I have a tendency to suggest that she has something to do with me misplacing things as she is always sweet in picking up after me. Now I have to make up a good reason why/how they got there.
I've started leaving the keys to my vehicles "stashed" in/on the vehicle. I get so tired/upset having to walk back to the house to get a set of keys.
And @ 74 - I've decided that its long past time start going the other way with my age. A month ago, I fell while limbing a large downed pine tree. My hand is finally feeling better. As I progressively get younger I don't expect to fall so often and it certainly will not take so long to heal.
I will gladly relinquish wisdom, that comes with age, for agility/strength that comes with youth. I won't be giving up much anyway.
And the hits just keep coming... Finished making up some pipe for a riser for an electrical connection in my soon-to-be-built new garage/shop. Went to my old "shop" to fetch my "caution" tape (for burial) and dug through as much as I could to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore (I can't take more than one step in any direction w/o having to pick something up and move it out of my way, and then move it out of my way as I back out of where I end up). Just about ready to give up and go buy some new tape when I spotted it. The one box, a clear plastic tub that you can look in to, that I had initially thought it was in, it was in; just wasn't in that box as I'd had it registered in my mind- thought that it was on top of that box but it was at the bottom. In more orderly times I'd had this box (and others) stacked on a shelf, stacked such that that box would have been more at eye level: it was remembered as being "up," so I didn't look "down." It's all like going by some outdated GPS maps. You have a view of things that are no longer so, and rather than actually navigating (finding what you are looking for) you are trying to change everything back to what it used to be in order to find what you're looking for. Of course, all this rambling could yet be just another senior moment.:laughing:
The Woman and I have rediscovered the boob tube. We watch TV episodes from 50+ years ago that we remember were good when we saw them as kids but can't remember what actually happened.Yep, that's about the way it goes. The boob tube is good for one thing and that's getting me to sleep. Sometimes I get up and turn it on at about 2 or so, usually about 15min later I'm gone again. If it's anytime after 4:30, I'll give up, get up and make the coffee.