When Brad asked me to marry him, I told him I was barely domesticated so don’t expect me to be domestic.  His response was I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself. I, on the other hand, like to manage the finances. (Except when they look bleak.) Brad hates to do the bill paying bank reconciling ad nauseum.  A marriage made in heaven, right?

Since our move to Maine I am now doing a little more around the house because I don’t have to punch a time clock. But I still hate to do housework and it shows sometimes – like now. It’s amazing how much dirt and dust I can tolerate before I give in and clean. I did clean in the bedroom after about a year of dust bunnies. Yes. A year. Brad is still confined to his recliner because of his shoulder so when he cleans house he never goes in there. Out of sight out of mind I guess.

It’s now been four weeks since his shoulder replacement surgery. He is doing remarkably well and now only wears the sling when he’s up and about – like right now… As I’m typing… vacuuming the carpet in Soho. It’s a light canister with an upright carpet attachment. But still. Four weeks. Should I feel guilty?

Nah. It was his choice and he’ll stop if it hurts. I think I’ll go see if it’s dry enough outside to go play in the gardens.

…doesn’t just apply to physical fitness.  Just like any other part of your body, the brain needs fitness training to stay sharp.  My mother’s greatest fear was becoming senile. Unfortunately, she did and I think it was due, in large part, because she stopped learning after she retired.

I love learning new things and embracing new technologies.  Even though I feel like I’m always 10 steps behind the younger set – especially when it comes to web-related applications and content – I still enjoy the learning process.

I suffer from an affliction called CRS – Can’t Remember S**t.  I believe it’s because at my age I have a lifetime of learning packed in my brain and some of it has to go so that I can have room to stuff new knowledge. This would seem to indicate that the CRS is just a symtom of a larger disorder – Bulimia of the Brain.  I learn new things in a process of binging and purging except that I purge old knowledge and keep the new.

You know… that’s not such a bad thing. New knowledge can lead to life changes – at any age. So now, if you should ever cross paths with me and I don’t remember your name and why I should know you, you’ll know why.