Ok - my brain is falling apart in little bitsy pieces and it's scaring me way much. The things I have been doing remind me of things that Jackie did when she started. It all involves putting things where they don't belong. First of all, after coming back from the grocery and putting away the groceries, the very next day I realized that someone (me thinking it was Dan) had left a grocery bag full of yogurts in the pantry. I never thought it was me who would do that because Dan is always putting things away in the bags - like the cat food bag full in the cupboard. Then not long after that Sarah and Paul were over and we were playing cards and Dan asked where the pretzels were. I had just put a bunch of groceries away - ones that he had shopped for. I kept insisting that I had not seen pretzel and that I would remember if I had seen them. I went to the frig to get something and, lo and behold, there was a bag of pretzels! Of course, I still haven't lived that one down. Last night Dan came in the living room and asked if there was a reason I put the bag of spinach in the pantry! Of course, I said, YES, there was a reason and left it at that! There are other instances but I can remember them. (Yikes again.) I burned the mashed potatoes because I forgot to turn the stove off and went off into my lalalala world to do something and realized it when this funky burnt potato smell went wafting throughout the house.
Jackie used to put the eggs away under the sink, put her hair curlers in a plastic dish in the frig, wrap her false teeth in a sock and put them in her dresser drawer (be careful sisters), etc., etc., etc.
Scary stuff.
Dan and went to get our hairs cut together - at the same time - it was fun and it was cute. I'm sure when we left the little girls who work there said "Ain't they cute together." We also went to Virginia's to check on things and feed the wild cats of the neighborhood just like Virginia. Ain't we cute?!
Dan is making cookies, I'm on the computer and life is doing just fine. I do worry about my brain. I think I'll Google brain excercises when I'm finished here.
By the way, yesterday I ran into an old high school friend and I couldn't believe how old and worn out she looked. Again, scary stuff.
I will soon be 62. I really don't like getting older - makes me realize that before long I'll have to quit acting so stupid - no more drinking too much and dancing and acting silly, right?! Belting out the Rolling Stones songs at work - with my headphones on - just doesn't seem like the thing a 62 year old should do. One the executives told me she was going to be 50 next week and was lamenting about that and I said I was going to be 62 and I felt this little voice telling me I shouldn't tell people how OLD I am getting - especially at work - especially at a company where everyone looks like they are 12 and the cafeteria is like walking into a high school cafeteria anywhere. They may have to fire me. Of course, I will sue them.
Ok, getting a little crazy here so I think I'll go do something more senior, like making banana bread.
I love you girls! Wish we hang out when I'm feeling weird like this. Dan certainly has no idea how to handle me or what to say or what to think. He's probably just thinking..... ok, if I just ignore her, don't make eye contact, she'll be back to normal soon. Ha!
Love and kisses.
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is it 'scary' or 'scarry' when I mean frightful? My brain again wouldn't let it look just right
ReplyDeleteWhat great posts from my sisters. I have not much news but am enjoying reading yours. Will be back soon, but Lizzie I will be disappointed if you start acting over 60. I don't and am nearly 70. YIKES! 70???
ReplyDeleteErg. I commented earlier. Where is it? It is scary. Scarry is scar tissue or something. LOL.
ReplyDeleteI have been doing that kind of stuff since, well, as long as I can remember. It may have started with having kids. I like to blame them for stuff like that.
I think we all have so much going on, so much to do at the moment, so much to do in the future. We place heaping amounts of responsibility on ourselves. Women in general, I think do this. Something has to give once in a while. Something may end up in a quirky place. Just makes you say "Hmmm."
Never ever start acting your number age. Ain't going to happen here. The other night when Ben and the clan were over, Winter mentioned a little dance move I made up called the Tra La La Boom De Ay dance. I used to do it when she would remember to flush the toilet. She loved that little move. It is a grand move I could teach any of you if you would like some day. I will make a You Tube video for you.
Pandora asked me how old I would be when she and Sammy Archer were 18. I told her to do the math, Miss Smarty Pants. She acknowledged that I would be 68. I suggested that I would do the Tra La La Boom De Ay dance at their graduation. She said she would love to see that. Isn't she a sweetie? And I am going to do it.
You are normal. The rest of the world is off kilter.
Love you!