The other day was a good day. I sat out front and watched a rainstorm and pondered.

It had been a while since I had pondered, so initially I was concerned that I had forgotten how; but the skill quickly returned. And part of pondering is imagining. For me, when I ponder, I ponder the future.

I was talking to Chicapee the other day and the idea of a med-alert bracelet came up. I was convinced that I want one. It will say “I have Dain Bramage or Alzheimer’s or whatever. I guess I am looking for an upside, a credential that can bind me with others. I pondered on…and thought I to myself, wouldn’t it be cool, should my ability to perform persist, to script a one man musical that I could perform for people who suffer from cognitive disabilities?

It was one of those peyote moments and as I sat and watched the rain pour down, my brain watched the show in my imagination.

One of the odd by-products of cognitive impairment is that you loose your sense of direction. You loose your connection to your goals, your purpose, what you want to do.

Somewhere on that rainy day in Arizona I felt just a tiny spark, like maybe the future I was pondering might be real. I can’t help but put the show together in my head. It will be especially interesting to see if I can find the humor.

I’m thinking of opening with “Memories” from “Cats” and that segues into a bit of dialogue “But hay, it doesn’t matter. We wont remember any of this tomorrow”