getting old

getting old magnifies all the faults of yesteryears. once i was able to write a menu for the week down on a piece of paper to take to the grocery store. after one look in cupboard and fridge i was able to go to the store and pick up the items i needed. now i have to write down all the items needed to complete the menu.

now under stress i often misplace my keys. i have one set of car keys lost right now.

and i have lost my cell phone. it has been gone for a week, but i called the phone company and nobody is using it so it is in the house someplace.

my eyesight is worse, i am going deaf, my joints and feet creak, walks are shorter, and i almost fall asleep in church.

and you know the old ladies who wear so much perfume it knocks you out....yeah. well, now i know why. they can't smell it unless it is turn up. i try not to do that to my coworkers.

but what about the good things, do they get accentuated too. am i going to draw better, be more patient? be more sure of myself? hmmmmm