More signs of wear and tear on those well-trodden nerve highways up there…
Up there? Where?
In my brain of course…
OK, take this phrase:
“Not unlikely east of the Green Mountains.”
Part of a basic Vermont weather forecast, right?
Well, I can actually remember a time not long ago when I understood this phrase in a different way than I do now. Before, it was just a simple, descriptive comment that made perfect sense, no big deal. Now, I find myself unfolding my personal mental map almost every time I hear it. I orient the map, pointing east the correct way, and work out the “uns” and “nots.” Then I’m able to see the meaning behind the phrase and move along.
I don’t know the neuro-scientific explanation for my internal map project, but it really does feel like my carefully constructed ways of moving and arranging information efficiently inside my brain now need some major re-grooving.
The good news is I’ve been mostly successful, though often slower so far, at deciphering this strange language. “East of the Greens” now takes under 3 seconds. Not bad.
Bad news is (again) that this is as good as it will get from here on. Sadly, it becomes easier and easier to imagine a time when I won’t be able to make sense of it at all.
And, when that time comes, I just hope that no one suggests that I hop in the car!!
“There is nothing that is not out of the ordinary about this.”
Anybody else have any good ones?