One of the more frustrating things bout being seventy-two is that I am not anywhere near as articulate in free floating discussion as I once prided myself as being. Everything I want to say, disappears even as I’m saying it. I draw blanks, not only on names, but ,sometimes, even on the simplest word I want to use. It is getting to the point where I avoid any public, vocal,discourse that involves anything more than a yes or no answer, because of fear of looking the fool.
Perhaps I should be more patient with myself. And pigs should always fly!