Monday, April 29, 2019

...a little rain must fall.

This is a sad day. I discover I have totally forgotten Kristen's birthday. I have probably forgotten others, but never knew it. Now I know. I know my focus is on what I can see and touch and my head is foggy most of the time. This confirms it. I still function. Shop, pay bills, exercise some, browse the net, talk to neighbors. Best of all I still read. Hours a day. I can focus on novels or almost any written material. Some days I can't concentrate as well, so I put it aside till later, but being able to download books from the library onto my Kindle and always have something to read it a blessing and the most important thing I do. 
I'm not saying I need to be watched, just that today, after suspecting for a while, I am sure. I know I've slipped, mentally--and physically-- and need to plan to deal. Get more orderly. Pretty much everything, life maintenance-wise is automatically done. So some tweaks will do.

A bright spot in today, I just discovered that my current driving license is the new type required by the powers that be for flying etc. in future. And doesn't expire until 2021. I don't expect to fly, but  I am ever hopeful that this fog will lift tomorrow and I'll be the me of 2009 again.
Happy birthday to everyone in my family, every year, forever. I love you all.

This is not bemoaning stuff, just acknowledging it. So you know that I am aware. I walked over a mile today, BTW. Just starting up again after a long winter sitting.
Got me a step counter that clips to my shoe. Fitbit was wonderful while I used it, and I'm glad I had it, but it became impossible to manage  with their need for smart phone input, so I moved on. I am happy; counting steps is all I wanted anyway. Set my step length and go. Less than 15 bucks online.
Blah, ramble.... 

3 comments:

davidly said...

May you walk upon interesting dimes (or nickles, or pennies or read them).

alslee said...

You always had a play with birds.

davidly said...

And those other rhymes I probably picked out & popped in my mouth while playing in the yard.

BTW: Consider this an official thank you for every one of those b-day wishes, which, like you, I don't really require and I reckon Kirsten doesn't feel much differently, though I understand where you're coming from.

Once upon a time...