tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post1721009716914519678..comments2023-08-26T07:45:46.514-07:00Comments on The Absurdist: Memories are Made of er, SomethingShelagh McKinlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109135739554833294noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-34460727521388544972012-01-11T07:15:51.033-08:002012-01-11T07:15:51.033-08:00Thanks Jane. What you don't know is how long i...Thanks Jane. What you don't know is how long it took me to write it. A loooong time. :)Shelagh McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12109135739554833294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-55494472250939203032012-01-10T06:29:35.356-08:002012-01-10T06:29:35.356-08:00Oh, how right you are. But more eloquent than you...Oh, how right you are. But more eloquent than you pretend methinks. Thanks for making me smile in my peri-worldJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15908912441921640627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-30481443710673617032012-01-07T16:16:56.610-08:002012-01-07T16:16:56.610-08:00Memory is obviously where people differ. In life,...Memory is obviously where people differ. In life, it is a strategy to befriend a few people who are good at your weaknesses. Fortunately, marriage turned out that for me. My wife is good at details, which leaves me to fake it through all the generalized stuff. Also, she's fifteen years younger, need I say more? So, hook up with someone with different interests and a generation-younger.Charles Tomshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11774340993224397602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-46157591100622436532012-01-06T14:13:52.089-08:002012-01-06T14:13:52.089-08:00Ellen, I concur entirely with your theory. My head...Ellen, I concur entirely with your theory. My head is too full of dull information like the car needing serviced or library duty to remember marvelous things like, like, oh you know the kind of thing I mean. <br /><br />I really do miss that ability to talk effortlessly though. I realise now that I took it for granted. Now that I have days where I have to rummage for words in the undergrowth of my untidy brain. I suppose though, I used to be able to do a forward walkover without even warming up and now I'm pleased to be able to touch my toes. Tis the mental equivalent and shouldn't be so surprising. But it is.Shelagh McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12109135739554833294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-6507323687093439502012-01-06T13:22:18.080-08:002012-01-06T13:22:18.080-08:00You at least remembered to post about this. I hear...You at least remembered to post about this. I heard it this morning and was suitably depressed. Another excuse for (middle) ageism.<br /><br />It's the words I miss, the ones that were there where I left them when I started the sentence but have vanished without trace by the moment I need them. Most annoying. <br /><br />My theory is that by 45 our heads are so full that it's strictly one-in one-out but we have no control over what goes. <br /><br />However, I'm fairly sure Maddy and Bruce Willis finally got it on at the end of Moonlighting thereby ending the whole point of the thing.Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09274237523956714761noreply@blogger.com