Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Memory. It's a Wonderful Thing.

Oh, the joys of getting older.  Isn't it something how that just sitting can cause discomfort.  I look at my little granddaughters and see them sitting with their little legs all twisted and backwards, and I sadly think, "I used to be able to do that."

There's hardly ever a "good night's sleep" anymore.  Sneezing, coughing and even laughing too hard can cause....well, we'll not go there.  Things sag, droop, pop and crack.  Upper arms continue to wave long after the hand stops.  And you find fifty different kinds of moisturizers and wrinkle creams in your bathroom cabinet.

And then there's that memory thing............

What was I saying?

Anyway, yesterday was a fun day filled with memory lapses and moments of complete confusion.  It was my son's birthday so we were all going to meet in town and have a nice dinner out.  All the kids and grandkids were going to be there and we were just going to enjoy the evening.

My husband and I decided to meet so he wouldn't have to drive all the way home, so he parked his car at the Park n Ride several miles from my house, called me to meet him and I was on my way.  After going down the road, I realized I had forgotten my son's birthday gift at home.

Turn around.  Drive back home.  Get gift.....well, get gift after running through the house trying to figure out where I had put it.  Drive back down road.  Go to Park N Ride.  Pick up husband.

Whew.  We're on our way.

We had a really good dinner with lots of laughter, good food, babies playing and opening gifts.  After we all went outside, hugged everyone, looked at the moon with the babies and sang, "Oh Mister Moon", we said goodbye and were on our way home.

On the way home, I was asking my husband to look at something or read something (I don't know....I forget) anyway, he needed to use his eyes. He began to look for his glasses.  In his pants pockets?  Not there.  In shirt pocket?  Nope.  In my purse?  Nada.

Stop the car!  Turn around.  We called the restaurant but they said they didn't find them.  We told them we would come back anyway and look for them because maybe he had dropped them in the parking lot.  So, we're on our way back and I ask him to reach something in the backseat.  Again, I don't remember what it was, but evidently it was important enough for me to pull over because he couldn't reach whatever it was.

I stop, he gets out of the car, looks down and picks up glasses out of the floor.  Well, how about that.  So now we're on our way home....again.

We're in deep discussion about something.  Again, I don't remember what, but we were engrossed.  We drive up the driveway, pull into the garage, get out and realize.....we left his car at the Park N Ride.

Oh well.  We're happy.

1 comment:

  1. Not sure how I missed this post, but I loved it tonight. You'll be shocked at how similar my blog post is tonight! Love you.

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