We recently switched cable providers, from typical cable to DirecTV. More for less money. Win-win, right? So, we get a variety of musical channels, and I've been living in a 1980's time warp.
It's either very scary or very impressive, but I can still sing along with most of the songs. Those I can't sing along with, I at least recognize. I can't remember where I left my cell phone (which is how it ended up getting washed because I left it in the pocket of my capris), but by golly, George, I can certainly remember the lyrics to obscure songs from the 1980's. Very comforting to know that when my ability to remember recent events is totally gone, I'll at least be happy, singing Karma Chameleon with Boy George, I won't stop believing with Journey, and I could probably be counted on to attend a White Wedding with Billy Idol. I'll be set. All I'll need is for my children and grandchildren to visit me every Sunday afternoon, bringing dutiful offerings of chocolate and other wondrous treats to gnosh as they gently walk me around the grounds of the home in which I'll be residing and tell me lies about how good I look and regale me with stories of the past week of their lives. They'll tell me they have go, and my mind will immediately run the lyrics of Styx's Don't Let It End as I beg them to stay just five more minutes. Finally, I'll wave buh bye, while Another One Bites the Dust---brain cell that is. After I've Granny-waved them away, a nurse will take me back to my room, where Fleetwood Mac and I won't stop believing that they'll come back to visit me soon.
I can hardly wait.