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| Being Santa allows me to hang out with some pretty interesting characters. |
Hello and welcome to my blog, where keystrokes go to die. Ha! This visit is sponsored by today, Wednesday, October 7, 2026. Thanks so much for tuning in. While waiting for my wife to finish her eye appointment, I looked up some online questionnaires designed to check for early signs of dementia. At 80 years young, subjects like this do cross your mind now and then. They do. They really do. I completed several of the questionnaires, and generally speaking, I seem to be in reasonably good shape for the shape I’m in. Joking. Might as well. The results suggested the possibility of some very slight decline—but just that: very slight. I’ll take that and try to remember it while I’m looking for my keys. Ha! It’s like the fellow who said he had a photographic memory but had recently discovered he had no film. Or this one: “My memory is not what it used to be. … Oh, by the way, my memory is not what it used to be.” I once bought a book on ways to improve my memory; I just can’t locate it right now. Add my memory issues to my tendency to procrastinate, and you get—well, I’ll tell you about it later. I also heard about a fellow who took some classes in memory retention. He now reports that he forgets to be forgetful. Hey! Laughing about the foibles that come with age is so much better than fretting over them. I feel blessed from above to be able to write about these things. Don’t get me wrong. Dementia and similar health conditions present serious challenges for many people and their families. Those situations are nothing to laugh about. Here, I’m poking fun at me, myself, and I. I do hope everyone takes it that way. I do. I really do.
The wife and I enjoy teasing each other back and forth. I do admit that I enjoy teasing her more than I enjoy her teasing me. I mention that in the interest of full disclosure. I enjoy the parody posts from the online satire website The Babylon Bee. I showed the wife the photo above, and we both had a good laugh. It’s always a treat when we can laugh together. I decided to conduct a little test of my own, so I worked up a new version and shared it with her.
Still funny, but it didn’t get quite as big a laugh as the original. The good news is that we both still laughed. She then told me people would be able to tell I had put my face on it. Really? Thank you so much for sharing that insight. Ha! Thank God for our time together. He has been better to us than we have been to Him. Amen..















