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Rated: 13+ · Book · Experience · #2223922
A tentative blog to test the temperature.
Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.

So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.


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July 19, 2022 at 9:56pm
July 19, 2022 at 9:56pm
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Thoughts in the Waiting Room

In the last couple of years or so, i have been vaguely concerned at the state of my memory. Itā€™s never been brilliant, understand, but lately it seems to forget words more often than I find comfortable. You might have noticed that I know and use quite a lot of them. So this growing disappearance of the exact word at inconvenient moments is not only frustrating but also slightly worrying.

Is this the first sign of the ultimate decay of the old brain, I wonder. But itā€™s not really a matter of failing memory - itā€™s an instant and temporary thing. Very often itā€™s when Iā€™m writing and I know the precise word that will fit the sentence when I get there. And, when I arrive and reach for the word, itā€™s gone. I know it was there seconds ago but now thereā€™s no trace of it - poof, gone like the morning mist in the heat of the summer sun.

Itā€™s annoying, to say the least. But I wonā€™t just think of a substitute that means approximately the same. I have to use the word already chosen. Usually I define the word to Andrea and she runs through all the ones Iā€™ve thought of until she hits the right one. And I know it as soon as I hear it, of course.

Sometimes Andrea isnā€™t immediately available and I have to sit and wrestle with the brain to squeeze the information out of it. It works occasionally and I shout out the word in relief. Which can be a bit disconcerting for anyone in earshot. But heck, Iā€™m an old fart now and expected to be a little eccentric.

My worries about this apparent omen of decay in the noggin region was somewhat lessened in the last few days. There seemed to be a spate of old heroes from the past appearing on television and, watching them, I realised that I wasnā€™t so bad after all. Some of them look properly decrepit now and they all have lost those strong voices I remember from my youth.

There are reasons, of course. My generation had some pretty heady times in our early days and we werenā€™t too careful about recommended maintenance of the body. Itā€™s really a wonder that so many of us have lasted this long at all. And I am definitely doing better than I really deserve.

So enough of this depressing concern for the future. Now that I think of it, I realise that Iā€™ve always had this tendency to forget the exact word at the precise moment I need it. The instances are a bit more frequent these days but the brain still functions well enough. And I can think of five or six acceptable substitutes in a moment.

Not that Iā€™d use ā€˜em, of course. Not on your sweet bippy (whatever that means).



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