It's only been about two and one-half years since I began writing this little piece on the wonderful function of my 61-year-old brain! I've spent about half that time - leisurely, of course, trying to remember where I saved it. I really wanted to submit it here for you. It is brilliance in a poetic form describing the urgent, unstoppable wave of words crowding and crashing on the shores of this small and uninhabited island of "Blank Pages." But sometime between then and now - a seemingly insignificant train of events and details blew across that same shore, scattering the words like tiny ocean pebbles found on northeast beaches - into the sea of forgetfulness. So, feeling a bit like Robinson Crusoe stranded on this desolate island, I try to gather anything useful from the debris washing slowly to the shore! I am completely frustrated to find myself at this crossroad so soon in my life. The eighties and nineties are the span of years when I expected to arrive here; not my early sixties! You think you are years away when suddenly, "The Elder Life" road signs are looming formidably close. Growing older is definitely not for the faint-of-heart! Each day seems to emphasize a new frailty or spotlight something not clearly defined yet clearly not to my liking. They are like rude interruptions to the ebb and flow of my days. Today is a bookmark from yesterday and the day before and the week before that. I can not seem to move forward. Does my mind need some kind of mental walker or wheelchair to get around? No way! I can not, no, will not just passively breathe my creativity into an arthritic state. Now, I know there are some things that can help with the physical changes that come as the years roll by. Why can't I find something that will stop this "brainiacal" fog that wafts in and out of my thought life? And yes, I do know that I just created this word "braniacal," proving that there is still something going on upstairs! I know you all understand what I mean by that word! Now, where was I? Ahh yes, change is inevitable with each birthday I celebrate. Some changes hail their presence without invitation, settling down as if they belong here; creating a nuisance of intractable effect. Wish I could build a wall keeping the caravan of changes out! Yet, I am learning to live with them and create my own changes - like this "twice-born" article. "Vive la difference!" Change can be good.