Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for August 23, 2019

Age is also affecting Goat’s sense of humor.

Mean, Rat. Very mean.

Pathetic old goat.

Research has shown that passing through a door can disrupt short-term memory due to the changing environment and situation. A sometimes successful countermeasure is to go back through the same door into the original environment where the original thought may recur. I’ve found this helpful … it does work for me sometimes.

I’m nearly 50 and I have had this problem for a good many years now. Age may be a factor now – but I’ve had this affliction since my mid-twenties…

Life is a high-speed train wreck viewed in slow motion…

Geezcalcificationville!!

Will they still be there when he needs it?

Rat you are on the same boat as Goat. The clock only goes in one direction. … Croc Power !

Nursing homes are where you end up because you gave up weed and went to the gym. All that work just to ensure a nurse has to wipe your bottom.

At least he’s not headed to the psycho ward like somebody we know. “Mr. President there are some butterfly nets here to see you.”

You’ll remember as soon as you turn around and walk out…lol

I was going to make a comment but I forgot what it was. ;-)

I looked at this comic but can’t remember why… Oh, now I know. I hoped to laugh. But I can’t remember if I did.

When you get old, you are always thinking about the hereafter.

You know, when you walk into a room, you say “What was I here after?”

Well, that’s a disturbing thought.

How can Paris be getting old? Except for “Gasoline Alley” and “For Better or For Worse”, comic strip characters don’t age!!

I thought it was pretty funny.

I’ve heard this phenomenon called “destinasia”.

Ouch! Close to home :-)

Well, your maker at any rate was regaling us yesterday with songs from the eighties! So Goat, may as well party likes it’s 1999.

Good observation, Rat. We’re usually the last ones to realize that we’re getting old.

Going into a room and forgetting why you went there isn’t a problem, unless it’s the bathroom.

When I read this in the paper, I had the most hilarious comment in mind, but now that I’m logged on I can’t remember what it was. What do you suppose that means?

Rat’s got a good point.

…and you forgot about that hundred dollars you owe me too….

That’s a nasty comment and who are you anyway?

I’m approaching my allotted threescore and ten, but I’ve had this issue for a long time. Seldom rooms, but names, for sure. Like my mother, I claim it is lag time indexing such a large data base.

At 76, please forward this to everyone I know. I forgot how.

Don’t forget to change your adult diaper. And, take your Metamucil.

The same road I appear to be on

Goat, you were on your way out to get me a keg of beer and a pizza

I live alone and when I am busy, I narrate my life. I will say out loud that I need to take the bowl into the kitchen and put the milk in the refrigerator and check the laundry in the dryer and get a tissue and pick up the mail and bring back a glass of water. I don’t know if that makes me saner or crazier than most, but it works like a charm for me.

If you at times can not remember where your keys are, but they turn up in a logical place then you are fine. If they show up in an illogical place, or if you can not remember what keys are for, then you need to speak with a physician.

Hippocampus miss fire. Or colloquially known as a brain f@rt.

My dad said you don’t have Old Timers Disease until you walk into a bathroom and say “Now, what did I come in here for?”

It was like looking in the mirror

I suffer from CRS; Can’t Remember Stuff (cleaned it up for the family viewers)

So that’s why I broke a hip last month!!!!!

I know I had dinner yesterday. I can´t remember what it was.

After dementia, my mom forgot the “greatest generation” tough love, no hugging stuff.

Oh, now I remember! It was to hear cheerful news from Rat!

I call it “spending time in the hereafter.” I walk into a room, and I wonder what I’m here after.

What are we talking about?

Sigh. The danger is, Rat may be right….

“Hey—you kids get off my lawn!”

You’re okay until you get up from reading to get a snack from the fridge and when you get back you don’t have your book. Which is in the fridge.

This is brilliant and I’m guilty of Goat’s problems!! But I can’t stop laughing when I read Rat’s response. (I have, at times, been accused of being sarcastic — woohoo…call Guard Duck to come & get me…LOL).

I guess he believes in the hereafter. As in, “What am I here after?”