Longing
For an elixir to spruce up the brain; I can think of more than a few that need juicing, my own included. One of those odd, off kind of days, in which memories seem to be leaking out as we amble along the sidewalks; I wish there were a way to repair this, but there isn't. Maintaining a sense of humor is paramount.
posted by isabelita at 11:59 AM
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My mom tells the old stories over and over. Interestingly, Roger's mom, who is going to be 89 this year, rarely does. She does, however, repeat her latest maladies in a continuous wacky loop. No way to repair any of it.
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