Day 198
I keep thinking of those made-up names that, as kids, we’d sign our notes with or sign as our names in those goofy autograph books at continuation (remember those?)!!!!
“Yours til the tide goes out.” – Sandy Beach
“See you next year in P.E.” – Jim Shoe
“Let’s share a sandwich at lunch.” – Sal Ami
“Let’s do some fun things over summer.” – Timeza Wastin
“I’ll be looking for you under the bleachers.” – Seymour Butts
And what about Paige Turner, Justin Case, I.P. Daley or Hu Flaung Pu? Or Dusty Rhodes, Ella Vator or Al E. Gator?
Stupid stuff like that. Why does that stuff come to mind? Do I not have more important things to think about or figure out or contemplate?
Makes me wonder what happened to my intelligence?
Did it wither away with each pregnancy? (If so, I’ll claim to have had 107 of them.)
Did it fly out the window when I was not engaged in anything more intellectually stimulating than singing tunes from the Sing-A-Long videos that we seemed to have on 24/7 for a few years when the kids were little?
What were we talking about?
Along with my intelligence … which was intact at one point … my memory has also gone, for lack of coming up with a more complex word, bye-bye.
Pretty sad when I can’t remember that I no longer remember what I used to.
In any case … not only are my intellect and memory on sabbatical (one can only hope it’s a temporary absence) … my body has turned into that of someone who is roughly 313 years old.
Aside from still being alive and not petrified or mummified … my years of gymnastics and cheerleading (and the falls that went with all that fun) have caught up with me. If there is a need for an arthritis poster child I would like to apply for the position.
Actually, normally, I am not so bad … if I were 90. But I’m not! However, after 2 days of non-stop gardening and weeding and typing my hands have turned into stiff, gnarly claws and my back into something akin to an ironing board. Yeah … nice visuals!
So, today I bought the giant economy-sized bottle of Advil (and I intend on using it generously). I apologize to my liver every night and ask that it sticks by me until this need for relief passes!
The garden is coming along nicely. I finished the backyard (sans the bark which I have to go get more of) and will finish up the front yard when it’s not 62 degrees out and rainy (as it was today). Am I wrong in thinking that it’s still summer? We somehow went from scorching to needing to close up the windows and put on socks and a jacket!
In any case … the emails are getting done for business and the Rose Cottage garden is getting planted and both, hopefully, will be wildly successful and I’ll be enjoying the fruits of my labor in another month or so … and maybe then I’ll get my brain back along with my memory and agility.
And in the meantime I’ll just do what I’ve been doing … taking Advil, working, gardening and sadly, singing Disney tunes.
Off to bed – Arthur Itis