Kay Manning (Elrod)
The Lord has blessed me with the gift of laughter and I am grateful for that. As we age, we are given so many opportunities to laugh at ourselves, our kids, our grandkids, our country and so many other things. Perhaps I am sharing too much, but I wanted to take a minute to recap our week as two old people trying to fake normal cognition.
Monday, I changed the sheets. Tuesday I was washing the sheets and came up a sheet short. I could not imagine what happened to that fitted sheet. I put them all in the basket to be washed. I retraced my steps and remembered it took me half the time to change the sheets as before. I thought I had finally got that down to a science. As suspicion overcame me, I decided to unmake the bed and see what was underneath. Just as I thought, that old sheet was still there, just covered up with the fresher, cleaner model. Some might call this a "senior moment", but in reality I have always had moments like this.
For some reason in the past two weeks, my husband has been backing into the garage. He either needs practice in reverse or has had a premonition about the weather turning nasty, which in fact was a reality this past weekend. Whatever the reason, his reverse skills are nearly perfected except for the fact that in the mornings when he goes off to work, he walks around the car and gets into the passenger side. Actually, I stop him before he gets in, but the intent is there. The first time, he was embarrased - the second time was hysterical. We are still laughing about it. I told him the next time I wasn't going to say a word to see how long it took him to realize there was no steering wheel.
Today is just Wednesday. I can't wait to see what is next to come.
We all have had these moments and if you think back they have always happened. I don't think we have anything to fear, but I would advise a quick check of your attire before you head out the door. I have a fear of showing up at the grocery store in my robe and slippers. I have been known to forget to take the curlers out of my hair from time to time. I have actually seen women in the store that looked like they just rolled out of bed. Please, God, don't let that be me!
In closing, I remember a conversation my husband and I were having Monday night. He asked me if I remembered when Food Lion was called Food Town (why? I do not know). But I said "yes, I vaguely remember that, but I cannot remember what I did with that fitted sheet this morning." Our conversations alone are enough to keep us giggling for days.
Good luck to us all! Someone else please share some senior moments with us. We promise not to laugh too hard.
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