20 December 2011 How does that song go?
Often associated with The Grateful Dead’s “Uncle john’s Band,” it pops up more often than I care to admit. The memory I’ve always relied upon to win trivia games and to pull arcane from the black holes of long-ago textbooks and lectures, is beginning to look more like Emmentaler than like densely packed and deeply structured Cheddar. I keep hoping to be picked for Jeopardy. I take all the online tests, monitor the official website, and yet I am forced to admit that should I be chosen to play I might find myself less able to compete than previously. Of course, a category about sports (team athletics), Opera, or theater would likely do me in without any self-driven assassination. Those questions all have only one shared answer – “that Russian.”
Of course, during yesterday’s interview I passed the short-term recall (remember these four words) portion of the day’s activity. I also provided spatial-temporal awareness information upon request and passed the neurological count forward/count backward/ name these forward and backward.
Today’s Herculanean labor was to scoop out a 2-foot deep hole to set the new mailbox post. Using a short shovel and a VietNam era E-tool, I made the necessary hole in the former rock-filled creek bed that is our land. I’m still about 4 inches to shallow but it may be easier to remove those 4 inches from the new post than to deepen the hole any further. Both shoulders are protesting the activity already.
In passing, Chag Chanukah Sameach!