Oh, I can read all right – but I don’t know how many times I’ve suddenly said, “When did that happen?” when I’m reading a murder mystery.
Then I have to go back a page or two and there it is, as plain as the nose on your face, and I’ve skipped right over it.
I mean, I remember it was a woman in a red dress that unexpectedly appeared, but that she was the one who fired the gun never makes the trip to my brain.
I don’t know if it’s my estrogen decreasing, or my testosterone on the rise, (is that what happens?), or maybe my cognitive ability is diminishing, (booze really does kill brains cells), but as I’m growing older, I find that I’m having more and more difficulty comprehending what I’m reading.
Seriously, I have to read and reread even the simplest of directives.
Surprisingly, I don’t have any trouble with maps, maybe because they’re visual, with pretty colors and all, but the printed out directions on how to get from here to there are often a muddle to me. Where just the road/street directions once worked – now I go for the aerial view.
So, why doesn’t everyone paint their address numbers on their rooftops – that’d be really helpful.
As far as cooking, on the back of sauce packet, is it one cup of milk and ¼ cup of butter, or 1 cup of butter and ¼ cup of milk? Not that it would make much difference, but…
With this blogging stuff, if I want to change something, or if Word Press does, I swear I hear blog support groaning and asking each other, “Didn’t we just email her that?”
Yes, they may have – but then there’s that other problem of trying to remember whatever it was I was trying to do in the first place. Ugh!