You will recall that last Saturday I reorganized the pantry which duly reclaimed its status as a functional walk-in closet. I even removed the shelves and cleaned underneath!
On a roll, I decided to go to the car wash. I’ve done it a million times and never had a problem. This time, however, as I sat watching the mighty sprayers rinse the bugs off the car, I noticed a slight mist in the air. That’s odd, thought I, and checked the vents. Only when I got home did I discover that one of the back windows was open! Quelle disaster! Suffice it to say that I spent the rest of the day attempting to dry out the back seat. At least it wasn’t as bad as this:
But it did amount to senior moment #1.
Not to be deterred from my sense of achievement, I mowed the lawn without mishap, albeit in the most haphazard way imaginable, and then I took a walk. Imagine my surprise when a yahoo in a red pickup truck drove by and shouted “Hi, grandma!” at me. At me? Surely there must be some mistake! I looked around for a doddering old lady but I was alone. He meant me! That was senior moment #2.
I don’t mind getting older. I don’t even mind yahoos in trucks. At least he was friendly. I’ve got a lot to be grateful for — my convalescing DP for starters — and plenty to laugh about. And if I’m officially an old lady, well, so be it!
“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”