“O, elixir of youth, thy name is hair dye.”
Today is drier than it has been but is still hot. I turned off the AC to let a bit of fresh air in, but the house is already getting warm so I will be behind closed doors again today.
I remember when people dyed their hair. Now they color it. I guess using coloring instead seems somehow more natural. I have noticed that men who color their hair all choose the same color, that weird black color. We used to chuckle that my mother dyed her hair, but my sisters and I didn’t. We still don’t. We’re all gray or graying rapidly.
The other day my sister corrected me when I mentioned my age. She was making me a year older and claimed I had forgotten how old I was. I finally convinced her of my actual age.
I get it is just a joke. You know the line: I got to the kitchen and forgot what I wanted. I’ve found it is, of late, grounded in reality. I guess the solution is to keep stickies close.
I do forget stuff, especially the names of people and things. Later, though, long after I needed it, the name pops into my head. I’m thinking it’s time to learn generic nouns to fill in the gaps.
The other day I realized I now suffer from L’esprit de l’escalier. I used to be so clever with the quick answers. In my youth, those answers got me sent to my room for an undetermined amount of time. Later, when I was older, I got a few laughs or head nods when I hit the mark with my quick retort. Now, I’m lucky if I hear the question.
The other day, when I was in New Hampshire, either Bill or Peg, I don’t remember which, said growing old is a bitch. I just nodded.
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August 9, 2019 at 3:27 pm
Too hot here to write much (whew – air temp going to 102º !!!!), but today’s music theme made me think of what may well be my favorite “young” song. A lot of people never gave him the credit for being the good singer he is (he’s actually a stylist). Maybe they couldn’t get past those eyes.
August 9, 2019 at 6:19 pm
Idle Mind,
He was a handsome guy, but I also knew what a fine singer he was. This song is a great example of how good he was. Thanks for posting it. I don’t remember it at all.
Yup, look at those eyes!!
August 9, 2019 at 3:32 pm
I also wanted to share a song I happened upon today. I know nothing about Marc Jordan other than the little I found researching him. Apparently he’s been around a while (Born in America; lives in Canada) and has a bit of a following. I may have to start following too as I’m really impressed. After you hear this, go to YouTube and find his take on Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side.” But for now, enjoy his looooong version of this Joni tune.
August 9, 2019 at 6:24 pm
Idle Mind,
He sings with a totally different emphasis than Joni or Judy. He sounds almost like he’s singing a different song. I like it!
I like the music which makes this so much longer.
Thanks!!
August 9, 2019 at 5:16 pm
Hi Kat,
Growing old is not for the faint of heart. Like you I may go from one room into another and forget why I went into the room in the first place. My best friend is Google. If I can’t remember something I just Google it. Therefore, my iPad is never far from my side to jog my weakening memory. Every day at lunch a group of us senior instructors eat together and call ourselves the “Table of Knowledge”. Whenever the name of an actor in a movie comes up, or a famous person we can picture in our mind’s eye and describe, who’s name we can’t remember, we each whip out our iPhone and start Googling like mad. Some days I think we are the table of old and useless knowledge. In the end getting old beats the alternative of dying young. 🙂
Yesterday was just like today. Sunny and hot with a high around 100F degrees which feels better if you think of it as 37.7C degrees. We expect to cool down sometime in September. 🙂
August 9, 2019 at 6:31 pm
Hi Bob,
I’m with you in loving Google. I now look up so many things on my computer with only a description of what I’m looking to find out. Usually I do find the answer. It is nice to know that Google can do cryptic.
I totally agree that getting old beats dying young. We have witnessed so much so far that I have to think we’ll see many more changes. I just hope they are positive but am afraid they won’t be.
It will be 60 tonight. Today was perfect and it should be tomorrow as well.
August 9, 2019 at 6:47 pm
I hoped 20 years ago that technology would extend and improve our lives. And, it did. Unfortunately, there are idiots in our country who won’t vaccinate their kids fearing they will get autism. Now, measles and small pox are making a comeback and killing children. Or, climate change deniers who disregard science to increase short term profits for the energy companies.
August 9, 2019 at 10:58 pm
Bob,
Those people are adopting the medical view of a quack, one who has been shown to be wrong. They are putting their kids at risk.
I don’t understand it and never will.
August 9, 2019 at 11:46 pm
L’esprit de l’escalier–perfect. How is pronounced? I like the version of Both Sides Now. If I had known I was going to grow old, I never would have chosen to be born.
How do embed a song into your posts? Not that I’ll remember.
Love Lori and the gang
August 10, 2019 at 12:01 am
Where is a video with the pronunciation:
I think growing old is a small price to pay for the joy of life.
August 10, 2019 at 5:10 am
Rainy here this morning and a bit cold as well. I have the kitchen door open and wear woolen socks because my feet feels like they are frozen 🙂
Can’t say that men coloring their hair use that black one over here, I know which one You mean but if they do color their hair it’s hard to see.
Threshold memory I call it 🙂 As soon as I pass a thershold my mind gets blank 🙂 🙂 I’ve started to exercise my brain so I’m trying to get back all the french I’ve forgotten but I am surprised over how much there still is back in my brain, have to dig deep to retrieve it though 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
August 10, 2019 at 11:16 am
Hi Christer,
I get the cold feet problem. I wear slippers all the time but especially when the air conditioner is on. I need to have warm feet or my whole boy feels the chill.
The color of the hair gives the men away. It doesn’t look natural.
I love that name: threshold memory. For some strange reason I remember a great deal of Hausa, the language Peace Corps taught us. It has been over 50 years.
Enjoy your day!