Cranky pants/Age

I am cranky.  I have just read an article on how the brain deteriorates after the age of 60 but the new thinking is that is starts happening at 45.  I think my brain has been just fine, thank you very much until now.  This is one of the, "At your age,"  things that are spouted by various doctors explaining away a myriad of symptoms.  So help me if one more doctor says that to me I will just have to snot him/her.  I know that I do find that sometimes my thought process completely fails me in just a minute.  I start to say something and then it is gone.  Mum always used to say it must be a lie.  The thing is, that my brain is thinking of several different things all at the one time and so one or another thought is lost because another one gets in the way.  So it is not that my brain is losing its function it is that I am multi tasking my thinking. 

Mum always used to say that I was vague so I don't see this being any different to what happened during my youth to now.  I think people just expect vaguery now and notice it more.  I studied to get a University degree in History in my forties and fifties and now at 65 nearly 66 I can whiz through a general knowledge crossword in minutes.

 I am terribly vague with money but I have always been thus.  I think I am dyslexic with numbers.  I failed maths every year in high school and wouldn't even work in the school canteen because I didn't want all the kids at my daughter's school from seeing what a dolt I was at giving change.  However, aside from my inability to give shopkeepers the right money or be able to check and see if they have given me the right money, my brain is working quite well thank you.  So, whoever wrote that miserable article about brain disfunction can take a running jump.

 I am fine and will keep on studying in one way or another, when I am no longer curious about the wide world and its workings, my brain might have slowed down but right now I continue to be the same nosy person I have always been.  Who, what, where, when and how are still questions I ask everyday.  When I stop being curious it is time for my family and friends to question if I am losing it.    Once again, I am fine.