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Dementia ~ The Backroads Of My Mind

 Yesterday I emailed my brother asking him if we were the oldest living.  Being somewhat sharper than your truly he answered with 'of who', and then went on to answer his own question.

 

Today I'm spending a fair bit of time wandering through the backroads of my mind as I gaze at our garden. The backroads are becoming indistinct. Crossing over each other, running alongside the highways, under bridges and around lakes. It's not unpleasant but it is confusing. I'm doing all the things that may delay the progression and maybe they're working. The only way to verify their worth is to quit doing, what I'm doing, and as it isn't a burden it doesn't seem worth the risk. Such is life. Brian
The Backroads Of My Mind

Today I'm spending a fair bit of time wandering through the backroads of my mind as I gaze at our garden. 

The backroads are becoming indistinct. Crossing over each other, running alongside the highways, under bridges and around lakes. It's not unpleasant but it is confusing.  

I'm doing all the things that may delay the progression and maybe they're working. The only way to verify their worth is to quit doing, what I'm doing, and as it isn't a burden it doesn't seem worth the risk.

Such is life.

Brian


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