The Aging Brain

A friend of mine sent me an article from the New York Times today dealing with the aging brain. She kept insisting that I read it, and so it didn’t take me long to realize that her suggestion probably had something to do with her hope that I would not travel much further down the “stupid,” path.
Now I am pretty proud of my brain. It serves me well. It’s sort of like a 1986 Ford Taurus, rather than a new Ferrari, and although there are definitely times when all the cylinders aren’t firing, it still gets me where I want to go: especially with the help of a GPS.
After I started to read the article, I realized that they defined an aging brain as one belonging to anyone over forty, and since I am a long way past that birthday, I figured that I better pay attention to what was written, that I might learn something.
I would probably forget it quickly, because that’s the sign of an aging brain, but I figured if I ran downstairs right after reading it, that I could tell my wife about it, and she would gain a little hope that my rate of progress down the “Stupid” path might have slowed.
The article dealt with the fact that we need to mix things up as we age. Hear different viewpoints, do things a different way. My wife read an article like this a few years ago that suggested that to improve our brainpower, that we should use the opposite hand in the morning to brush our teeth and comb our hair. She gave up on that idea after the first day when I came downstairs that morning with both halitosis and hair that looked like it belonged on a rhesus monkey.
I decided to try the concept once again when writing this article, and that is I would use a different finger for my typing. I gave up after realizing that there are not that many words with a “Q” in them in the English language.