Mindless

I am finally losing it.  The poor cat was so nice to me yesterday and kept sitting on me and purring.  She has tangled up the bath mat and was madly scratching at it when it finally hit me.  I had taken out the dirty kitty litter dish and forgotten to bring another in.  I think it was probably over twenty four hours.  I felt so dreadful that the dear thing had held on and on.  She peed for about ten minutes.  I had to change the tray again before I went to bed.

I now have a note on the fridge to say check the kitty litter.  My new practice is to bring a clean tray in and then take out the dirty one.  I think that I am definitely descending into pre-senility.  Next thing I will be putting a note on the microwave so that I don't heat my knickers up in it.  There is nothing like warm knickers in the middle of winter.  Of course if you do desire warm knickers I must warn you that they tend to burst into flame in the midst of heating.

One of my more public displays of old person disease is to ask Donut King for a coffee and some scones.  One would have thought that the name Donut might suggest something to me.  However, it is a real struggle to remember to say donuts.  Most of the girls are used to me now and just serve me and ignore my feeble minded efforts to order.  One of the places I usually go with my friend is so used to me trying to order that they just get things done without me having to talk at all.  Thank goodness.

Today I was putting on my nice silver earrings when I couldn't find the second one.  I decided not to bother to search the top of my dressing table for the other one so went off shopping.  While I was in one of the shops the lass told me I had lost one earring.  So to make myself clear, I had put one earring in, found the other earring and then searched for the one that I had put on.  Gracious to goodness what is happening to the atrophied portion of my brain.

I have also perfected the darling thing.  "Hello darling, how are you?"   Darling is such a good word.  It sounds nice and friendly and no-one, well most people don't realize that everyone is darling because I don't always remember their names.  It also goes well with Gorgeous, My Flower, My Best Girl, My Treasure and so on and etcetera.  Yep Darl is the way to go.  The good old Aussie Daaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrllllling that's it.

While I am still teetering on the steep slope of inevitable senility I can still function in a reasonable fashion.  I just have to engage the brain before opening the mouth.  Good advice to anyone really isn't it?