More, Better Brains

So I was at the doctor's office (Standard exam, folks, nothing to see here.) and unlike most people, I don't mind waiting for an appointment because doctor's offices always have the most recent copies of magazines that I like to read but would never buy.
Magazines at laundromats are usually battered and torn from years of use, although weight loss secrets and 'how to get your kids to eat their vegetables' never gets old. My bank lobby has a lounge area with old magazines provided, but I've never had the inclination to sit at my bank.
Oops, I almost got way off track there, so back to the doctor's magazines. Well,it's April with blossoming flowers and so on. Obviously that calls for innovating ways to strew them across the pages. It happens every year, and I know you've seen it: flower petals can be used to decorate food. Edible petals, of course, right out of your garden.
If I ever met the idiot who comes up with this stuff, I think I would smack them with a rolled up magazine. If you use pesticides to grow lovely flowers, they can't be used for food. If you don't use pesticides, then your salad, cupcake, and cucumber sandwiches will be peppered with aphids. I guess the wait is making me a little bit grumpy. Turns the page on that article.
Then I found out that you can grow vegetables in pots. You don't need a garden at all. How fresh and healthy would your meals be then? Finally an easy way to grow vegetables. Except for getting set up, and growing parts.
I had a long wait for some reason, so I got down to the bottom of the pile into the science magazines. Apparently, as of last month, evidence still shows that adults grow new brains cells on a regular bases. I was beginning to worry that had been debunked. So, good, as long as I have a place to put them without crowding out the old ones. And I was right at the beginning of the section that talked about what to do to stimulate growth when the doctor arrived.
Because doctor's offices always keep their magazines fresh, I won't find that article again. Unless maybe... I guess I could try the laundromat.
Nancy Sherer