Not All Life Can Be Seen in Shades of Black and White.
Have you ever gone into another room looked around and realised you have not got a clue why you are in there? it happens to me frequently. Now I am sure this is not old age it is just that my brain in in constant action and server that I move on and sometimes forget why I am where I am.
I frequently rejoice in the fact that if I lose my phone, my iPad or my iPod, I can always find them on one of the gadgets I have not misplaced. I had a very funny episode last night though for that very reason. I had been out on my return to home my favourite quiz programme was about to come on. I sat down in my easy chair and switched on the tv. Later it dawned on me my phone was not around.
I must have left it in the car. On checking this was not the case. I searched the room, nowhere to eb found. I got my iPad and looked my heart slowed down. The iPad was telling me it was in the house or car certainly at my address. I played a sound and there it was right where I was sitting down the edge of my seat.
This reminds me of a true but very funny story. The story is told by the woman it happened to.
To prove that this is nothing to do with age, let me tell you of the time I parked my car and caravan in a restaurant carpark on the French motorway. I went in and had a lunch and returned to the carpark. As I looked round my car seemed to have been stolen. I began to panic and then realised I had crossed over the motorway in the restaurant and was now in the carpark on the opposite side of the motorway. My family never let me live that one down.
After a meeting several days ago, I couldn't find my keys. I quickly gave myself a personal "A Pat Down."
They weren't in my pockets. Suddenly I realised I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the carpark. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car's ignition. He's afraid that the car could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot, I realised he was right. The carpark was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: "I left my keys in the car and it's been stolen."
There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. "Are you kidding me?" he barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my turn to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, can you come and get me?"
He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn't steal your car!"
Welcome to the golden years... Now to make a note of all the things I have to do today so that i can remember them all.