Losing my nouns

In my last post I erroneously referred to Robert McKee as Bill McKee.

It puts me in mind of Sandra Shamas, a comedian from Sudbury, Ontario. Sandra is well-known for her one-woman acts that document her life. They are, in order, My Boyfriend's Back and There's Gonna Be Laundry, My Boyfriend's Back and There's Gonna Be Laundry: The Cycle Continues, Wedding Bell Hell and Wit's End.

Wit's End marked her return to stage after her retreat to her farm (Wit's End) after her divorce. The show highlighted the rollarcoaster that is the demise of a marriage as well as her adjustment to rural life and the onset of middle age.

"I'm losing my nouns! They are being replaced by adjectives. I can describe what I mean I just can't find the right word... I want that thing. That thing, you know. It's round and red. About this big."

"A ball?"

"Yes, that's it. A ball."

Well, not only am I losing my nouns, I am replacing them willy nilly with whichever moniker darts into my brain at the moment of speaking.

Therefore, Robert to Bill is standard fare. (And Bill and Bob are so close as to be practically identical.)

My kids are becoming pretty good interpreters.

"So, I'll come by at 3:00... "

"You mean 4:00?"

"Right and we'll go see that movie... the one with that actress... you know who I mean... the British one with, oh, what's her name?"

"You mean Judi Dench? "

"No. No. No. The other one you know, she was in that other movie. The one about calendars. Oh, What was it? You know who I mean. She won that award?"

"The Oscar."

"Yes, that one."

"Helen Mirren?"

"YES!"

"The Queen?"

"YES. THAT'S IT!"

My life has become an ongoing game of 20 Questions.

It's exhausting.

Colleen