True Confessions
In response to Lufer, you must be mistaken. I couldn't be growing older. I notice all the time that everyone else is, but it surely hasn't happened to ME! Kind of reminds me of the theory that when you run out of checks, there's nothing left in the bank. Only, instead of checks, it's my mind and my body. I'm not quite overdrawn yet, however. I bought into that "overdrawn protection plan," so I've got some steam left yet and plan to use it.
As far as those senior "moments," they sometimes transcend right into senior "days."
A special "moment" comes to mind, however. While there are many, this one stands out because I'm reminded of it often. I was at work and needed to make a phone call from my cell, not the business phone. So, while multi-tasking, (which I was quite adept at before this "senior" thing took over my being,) I reached into my purse, grabbed my cell and proceeded to press the appropriate numbers. But there was something not quite right about the number pad...just didn't feel right. Well, it could have been because I was dialing on my TV remote. If there'd been a TV handy, we could have watched channel 624.
And that prompts another "cell" moment and one that I cannot believe I'm going public with, but I actually claim responsibility for this (only because I'm incognito).
My son has a cell phone exactly like mine, and he left it at my home some time ago after a visit (isn't it nice that they only "visit" now)? When I realized it a few hours later, I used my landline phone to call and tell him. Now, it would be bad enough to admit that, of course, the cell phone that was left on my dining room table (which as I said, looked just like my own) began to ring. I was, of course, calling it to report that it was left. A senior moment in itself, but I wasn't done yet. I answered it. I did. Picked it up and answered it,"Hello?" and all the while I was holding my landline phone to my other ear listening to myself greet myself and wondering why no one was answering. As I recall, it took about three "Hellos" for it to sink in. When it finally did, I was embarrassed to know myself. Truly. With the mind went all power of association. I would welcome anyone else's "moments."
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You're so right. If one cannot find humor in the mirror, no need to look any further. I think there probably ought to be another Beatitude added to the list..."Blessed are those who can take delight in their own shortcomings, for they shall inherit...mmmm, let's see, what might they inherit??? How about laughter...the best medicine...and speaking of medicine, wonder how cake lady's 17th husband is feeling after dessert this evening?
So, make yourself at home here in the Heartland. It's a good place to be. You must be familiar with the Ya Ya Sisterhood books by Connie Brown...a good read for any Southern girl, especially the chapter on "The Promise." Has anyone ever read it?
Welcome! And once again we have an honest heart in our midst. Anyone who can admit to having to go and "change" after laughter is ok in my book. Glad we could accommodate. And a word to the wise (or anyone who has to change after breaking the barriers of laughter)...don't jump rope, even if the grandchildren beg you to do so, especially in a public place. Don't do it! Again, experience speaks.