I've never really liked Jello molds.....
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Wednesday, July 25, 2007 6:40 PM and is filed under the new 40,randomization of the scrambled mind 
Slowly, yet surely, I am losing my mind. Not that it has ever been considered one of my biggest assets but it is definietly eroding from me now like the shifting sands on an unstable fault line. I'm not quite sure that I'm able to pinpoint a cause although several reasons have been tendered. 1) Years of self medication are catching up with me. I quit smoking just over a year ago and hopped on the proverbial wagon last October. One would think that any lingering adverse side-effects would have cleared my system by now. (My metabolism has slowed quite a bit these past few years but I doubt seriously that is my problem.) 2) I was dropped as a child. Lots of fodder for a strong argument here, although my permanent medical record fails to provide unequivical proof. 3) I was really, really bad in a previous life and am now being handed my just due. Well, this argument is pretty ridiculous for a number of reasons namely, I do not believe in reincarnation and b) well, I just don't believe in reincarnation. 4) I'm getting old and my kids are incinerating what unmolested brain cells I have remaining in my dropped upon head. This argument is more strongly rooted in reality than any of the previous ones and hence, I must now persue it as foundation to remedy to my dwindling cranial reserves.
I suppose we should start with the basic premise that 42 really isn't that old. It can't be. Look at all of the famous athletes who are past their 40's and still have years of game in them. There's...Lan...no. Uh, Mi...no. OK. I'm sure there's a lot of them. Like I said, my mind is going and I can't call any to name right this minute. When I get time, I'll Google it.
So once the grill is properly heated, you'll know the temperature is right when you can't hold your hand over the fire longer than about four seconds, you are then going to sear the marinated steaks for about three minutes a side. Wait. Zoë just asked me the name of the beetle that tried to eat the kids in that Shrinking Movie
, which I haven't seen and I seem to have lost my train of thought.
Do you ever wonder what happens to all of the lost thoughts floating aroung in our heads? I mean, do they go to live with all of the mismatched socks or end up as cut lines on an editing floor somewhere? I would like to offer that they remain locked in our heads and are slowly released in streams of chain thoughts as we let our mind wander from random thought to random thought. I really seem to have lost my way here. Back to task.
I find myself making strange noises doing the simplest of tasks, like sitting in a chair or worse standing up. My kids have actually run into the room, eyes wide open in alarm and shrieked, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I reply. "I was just standing up. Was that hideous moan of desperation and anguish out loud? Sorry."
I used to golf...alot. Walked all the time, some days I have even walked 36 holes...on seperate courses. Got up the next day and did it again. Now, I can not fathom walking a golf course and have even taken to premedicating myself with ibuprofen before the round, preparing for what is inevitably going to be an excruciating night of back spasms and leg cramps.
Back in the day, I could read a road sign from what seemed like a mile away. Now, I've got a magnifying glass in my desk drawer and use it often. My arms get tired from reading as I have to hold the book or paper farther and farther out in front of me in order to properly focus.
I suppose the stongest argument I have for the decreasing power of my intellect has to be this very blog. My first entry was posted in March of this year. I billed myself then as a 42 year old father of five. Just two weeks ago, on the 10th, I celebrated my birthday.....my 42nd birthday. I was a full four months early. Trivial? Maybe. But I can see the writing on the wall and with the aid of my handy looking glass it's telling me I had better start incorporating some ginko into my diet.
Now, I suddenly feel the need to go and count my kids. I did say I had five, right?
I suppose we should start with the basic premise that 42 really isn't that old. It can't be. Look at all of the famous athletes who are past their 40's and still have years of game in them. There's...Lan...no. Uh, Mi...no. OK. I'm sure there's a lot of them. Like I said, my mind is going and I can't call any to name right this minute. When I get time, I'll Google it.
So once the grill is properly heated, you'll know the temperature is right when you can't hold your hand over the fire longer than about four seconds, you are then going to sear the marinated steaks for about three minutes a side. Wait. Zoë just asked me the name of the beetle that tried to eat the kids in that Shrinking Movie
, which I haven't seen and I seem to have lost my train of thought.Do you ever wonder what happens to all of the lost thoughts floating aroung in our heads? I mean, do they go to live with all of the mismatched socks or end up as cut lines on an editing floor somewhere? I would like to offer that they remain locked in our heads and are slowly released in streams of chain thoughts as we let our mind wander from random thought to random thought. I really seem to have lost my way here. Back to task.
I find myself making strange noises doing the simplest of tasks, like sitting in a chair or worse standing up. My kids have actually run into the room, eyes wide open in alarm and shrieked, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I reply. "I was just standing up. Was that hideous moan of desperation and anguish out loud? Sorry."
I used to golf...alot. Walked all the time, some days I have even walked 36 holes...on seperate courses. Got up the next day and did it again. Now, I can not fathom walking a golf course and have even taken to premedicating myself with ibuprofen before the round, preparing for what is inevitably going to be an excruciating night of back spasms and leg cramps.
Back in the day, I could read a road sign from what seemed like a mile away. Now, I've got a magnifying glass in my desk drawer and use it often. My arms get tired from reading as I have to hold the book or paper farther and farther out in front of me in order to properly focus.
I suppose the stongest argument I have for the decreasing power of my intellect has to be this very blog. My first entry was posted in March of this year. I billed myself then as a 42 year old father of five. Just two weeks ago, on the 10th, I celebrated my birthday.....my 42nd birthday. I was a full four months early. Trivial? Maybe. But I can see the writing on the wall and with the aid of my handy looking glass it's telling me I had better start incorporating some ginko into my diet.
Now, I suddenly feel the need to go and count my kids. I did say I had five, right?
When you started talking about cooking the steaks and got sidetracked by the kid...
I am there with you. In more ways than you know.
Great post. Looking forward to more!
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I kid alot about how this job is making me crazy. In actuality, it's the best thing I've ever done and if anything, it's made all of my senses more keen. I mean, let's face it. When you've got a child entrusted to your care, much less five children, you had better be on your A-game every day.
Thanks for stopping by,
Ed
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