I've decided I need a meeting with anyone over 70 years of age. I'm going to need more than one person, though. Let's say, maybe 100.
I have begun to notice a consistency, in the way my brain processes speed. No, not the drug, speed. SPEED, as in the turbo affect. That's another thing...I've got to be careful of how I talk now a-days. Words that used to mean one thing, now mean something entirely different. When did THAT happen?
Well, back to my original story. That's another thing...I'm always getting off on what my brother-in-law calls "rabbit trails." I think. When did THAT happen?
So...I've begun to notice that when traveling 70 - 80 miles per hour down the Interstate...(geez, I almost typed "Internet"), it seems as if I'm traveling at the speed of light. And when I'm driving on Hwy. 43, heading North to Joplin, it seems like I'm traveling at the speed of light (going 65 mph). Driving home from work (usually after dark), at 55 mph (45 mph in certain construction places), it seems as if I'm traveling at the speed of light! When did THAT happen?
This has me a little more than concerned. You see, I'm the one that patiently, *wink*, follows all these little old people that think if they are in a 55 mph zone, it really means they should not go faster than 35 mph. And when we hit the 45 mph zone, they interpret that as no faster than 18 mph.
This group meeting I'm about to call together...I really hope they aren't going to tell me this is the next step immediately after feeling as if you're traveling at the speed of light. If that's going to be the case, I now relinquish my independence, and hand over the car keys. But if you tell me I agreed to this, I won't remember a thing. :) And that's the beauty of "Geez...when did THAT happen?"
Hopefully, sitting here protected..in Mary's World, won't have similar consequences. If the meeting goes well, I won't have to worry about giving up my keyboard. If it doesn't...
I'll be waiting for YOU to catch up to me...here, in Mary's World.
