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What a Stroke Will Do
Excuse me, Brain…what was I thinking?
I was getting ready to write an article for this morning. I took the time to read a few lines on a Brian Rowe post and my idea escaped…it’s gone. I tried to bring it back. But, F — k it — -it’s gone.
I know it’s still hiding in my psyche somewhere and will probably pop out at 3 AM as the dog tries to snuggle between me and Morgan. I ll be too sleepy to write it on the little notebooks I keep at my bedside for just that reason.
I already have a couple of pages of possible ideas in what Shaunta Grimes calls my “Common Book” — however, this was a brand, spanking, new one and now it’s gone. I could blame in on Brian’s great article (about writing what you love and not being ashamed of it). Just a note: I had that idea, too and wrote about it here. I could blame it on old age (I’m fast approaching 72). I could blame it on the TV my husband’s watching in the den. Still my fault: I haven’t order his headphones, yet.
But these days, I blame it on the stroke I had six months ago. It’s an easy culprit and one that gives me a bit of sympathy.
Cat hair floats by a visitor: I can’t vacuum — -”The stroke, you know.”
I can’t write thank you notes or do the bills: My handwriting’s bad — -”The stroke, you know.”
I forget an import anniversary or birthday — -You’ve got the picture.
Well, if something bad happens to you — just look on the bright side.
If you need me, I’ll be busy making lemonade…
