The Slippery Slope

I am a very lazy writer.  My blog posts are usually just a stream of words, oozing from my brain to the keyboard via my fingertips, without too much thought or planning.  Although I do try to check for spelling or obvious grammatical errors, that is about it.

Yesterday my post contained a glaring factual error which Cathy immediately picked up on.  When I read her comment I looked back on what I had written and thought "Why did I write that when I know that it was incorrect?"    I seem to be having more of these lapses as time goes on.  Sometimes during a conversation the words that come from my mouth are not the ones that were forming in my mind.  Why did I just say that?  Where did that come from?

I know that I have touched on this subject before in my blog but I do have that niggling worry that I am losing my marbles, and I am only 63!

Perhaps I should ease off the evening glass or two of wine.

Anyway, in other news, our hostas seem to have turned into triffids overnight...



18 comments:

  1. Those Hostas are magnificent specimens JayCee. It's hot today.

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    1. They are huge aren't they? They always seem to escape the slugs' attentions each year.
      Cooling down here a little here today and rain forecast later.

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  2. Lovely...err...what are they called...oh yes... hostas - that's it! Like you I sometimes wonder at what point the slippery slope to senility begins. Forgotten names, forgotten words - does it start like that? I am not sure.

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    1. I suppose being aware of it happening must be a positive sign? I hope so. At least I know I am doing it.

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  3. Hostas, triffids, I wouldn't know one from the other. They look magnificent

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    1. At least hostas don't eat people. At least, I hope not....

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  4. Everything is a slippery slope. I've stopped trying to improve things. I'm trying just to stop them getting any worse.

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    1. I would like to hold it off just a while longer.

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  5. I wouldn’t worry re factual error .... you are so disciplined, posting everyday ..... I’m doing well if I post my drivel once a month !!
    Our garden faces North and we have always grown hostas and ferns .... I love them. Some seem to resist slugs more than others. Yours look magnificent. XXXX

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    1. Disciplined. I quite like that description 😁. My cousin once said that I was self-contained. I wasn't quite sure how to take that!
      Sorry but you get to read my drivel every day. It keeps my brain active anyway.

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  6. At seven in the evening here it is still, warm, very cloudy and there is a feel of rain in the air. Wish it would deluge.

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    1. Same here. We have rain forecast overnight but it is feeling cooler already.

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  7. You have such a wide variety of hostas. Mine are all the same, just different sizes. Probably all offshoots of the original plant. They do divide well.

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    1. These had all been planted by a previous owner of the house so must have been here for ages.

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  8. And to think if I hadn't of had an Irish dad I probably wouldn't have known that fact :)

    We have a Buddleja that grows nears the deck - usually lots of long wavy stems up into the air. The Golfer often refers to it as a triffid. When he thinks it's getting out of hand I hear him remark 'It's day has come'....that's when I hide the secateurs!

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  9. Love your hostas. I've just planted out three so I haven't got triffids yet.
    But oh those unexpected words. I find myself saying words that start with the letters of the word I want, and then shoot out something else and always totally inappropriate. Feel your pain. Off to read said revealing post now!
    Hugs, Mary x.

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