F L A K… What Was I Doing, Again?

I have become a flake in my older age.  This little fact bothers me because I didn’t used to be one.  In fact, it was a matter of pride which could lead someone to point out perhaps that’s the reason why I’ve been humbled.  But we’ll leave that for a discussion to be filed in the “Never Gonna Happen” file.  I never needed to write anything down as long as I was focused on something when it was told to me or shown to me, I remembered it.  Darn near forever.  Sometimes I wished I could forget.  Even though I used to carry a planner around it was empty.  I guess I just thought the nerd look worked for me.

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It Ain’t Old Age, It’s Just Me

My eyes are keeping my life interesting.  One thing I inherited from my father is a love of crossword puzzles.  When I have a moment, I work the newspaper’s daily crossword.  Tonight, I had a moment.  The puzzle was fairly easy and I moved quickly until I got to 30 across.  I needed a five letter word for “Tilted women.”  Tilted women?  I’ve heard of jilted women but not tilted.  An image of a row of women with their right legs much shorter than their left legs causing them to lean to the right popped into my head.  That would make a woman tilted alright but what’s a five letter word for it?  I skipped it and moved on.

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