I know my brain is turning to mush. I know it is cyclical, like a hamster running on a wheel, and I write  the same things over and over. It makes me sad to be mush brained.
Yesterday Kathy, a friend, came by to bring me a GE land line phone she had found at Hudson's. (The AT&T landline phone I bought from Wallymart was a piece of junk with a 69 page instruction booklet and I took it back.) The GE phone only had a 39 page instruction booklet. It's a well crafted piece of equipment. Kathy took it in her hands and in less than two minutes had the whole thing programmed. But if I had to do it on my own it would've taken God knows how long, because I'm mushbrained. Was it cooking in aluminum pots years ago that caused this to happen?  It is lead poisoning or radon from the bricks that surround me? Is it the natural shrinkage and mushiness of age? Little things make me aware I have a problem.
Late last night I was channel surfing on Direct TV and it got stuck on "DTV Test Channel" and I pushed every button on the DTV remote, plus the Phlips TV remote over and over trying to get back to regular programming. No dice. All I managed to do was get a snowy screen. I went to bed feeling mush brained about that. So this am phoned the Direct TV help line and frankly, without much help from the help guy, got it working again. He was giving me directions like "Check the cable connections in back." I had enough sense to know that had nothing to do with it. There are mush brains everywhere. Maybe I oughta start a club.
When the Direct TV was back on again this morning I watched "Julius Caesar" on TCM. Brando played Antony, James Mason played Brutus, and as he stabbed Caesar,  Caesar said "Et tu Brute?  Then fall, Caesar."
Yep, I've got to start watching quality programs, something besides the Food Network and Project Runway before what ever brain cells I have left get mushed up.
susil