I have a young mind and I’m proud of that.
Pushing 70 I still get excited about all the things I’ve loved throughout my life and I still embrace all the new stuff: new technology, new social trends, anything and everything that makes me think, “Wow, that’s cool!”
As we used to say a thousand years ago, I’m hip.
But lately I’ve noticed my brain occasionally slips a cog and loses its place.
I just wrote a check and dated it 3-14-75.
March 14, 1975 was 44 years ago today. I have no memory of that day being significant in any way. As far as I can tell it was just one normal day among the 24,837 I’ve enjoyed so far.
It was a brain fart.
Just this morning I was telling a much younger friend at work that I have a young mind but my body is going to hell. Now I’m thinking my brain may be limping along quickly to catch up.
I like to believe that brain farts come from trying to sort too many wonderful memories mixed with meaningless combinations of old dates and images, all stuffed into the same leaky mental file box containing a glorious lifetime of days.
One thing I know for sure is that you people who still insist on a handwritten paper bank draft (a check) should catch up with the rest of us and accept digital payments. You’re embarrassing yourself and confusing me.
And now I’ve lost my checkbook.
It’s that milk in the cupboard, crackers in the refrigerator thing and you can’t remember not to do that because you weren’t aware you did it. Sigh.