"...my elder times"

My interesting situation is like driving a 1949 Buick in the Indy 500. Yes, I am moving though not apace with my fellow travelers. Dropouts …

Items go missing or appear where not expected. This from moment to moment.
Repeating words while speaking or writing and not realizing you’ve done it. Being creative, as one should be, has become an interesting adventure. 

This as concepts words mental images vanish as fast as they are imagined. They come back…so far. However, this makes composition a far more winding road that usual. Spell-check more a savior than ever.

This stage of my elder adventure is…mostly manageable.
With my Aunt Tempy it was a spiraling format. She lost more and more of herself by the day. I’m told this may not be my future.  I am not encouraged.

Especially since my medical friends seem to be between 8 and 10 years old. The elders among them perhaps 14. So in gratitude I consider gifting them comic books and candy. The 14-year-old department heads perhaps a copies of Mr. Ginsberg’s Howl.. As this better befits their needs.

Btw I want to go to Disney World. As it hasn’t as far as I know been A-Bombed yet during our sudden and interesting times. Also while I still have the cognition to enjoy it and before I have an incontinence episode on Mickey’s ample shoes.