There seem to be so many "used to be's" floating around my life. The most obvious is the "I used to be able to remember things." But there's a whole raft of others. Take heed, you young people. This is what awaits you.
I used to:
- Be able to taste and smell better than I do now
- Be able to drink fairly respectable amounts of alcohol. No more. No desire to either. (and of course I realize how malleable this "amount" would be, but you know what I mean)
- Be able to play a much stronger game of chess
- Be able go whole weeks without being bothered by a single pain in my body
- Be able to count on regular functioning in the GI tract
- Be able to go merrily along without having a bunch of my friends and friends of friends dealing with some more or less dangerous illness
- Be able to get by with a lot fewer daily urinations
- Be able to remember bands, book titles and their authors, movies and who was in them, etc.
- Be able to spell better, not to mention remember everything in my vocabulary immediately
- Be able to . . .
I don't think this is a lament. Well, maybe just a little. But mostly it's just rumination. Body and mind are telling us things . . . and most of the time not too subtly.