I don’t consider myself old at all, even though some agencies say that at my age I’m considered a senior citizen. Since I think age is just a number, I think that is poppycock!
However, this past weekend, I began to seriously wonder if these agencies might be correct in deeming me a “senior”.
It started out fine. My hubby and I went out to eat lunch, and then we stopped by a local pet store to see if they were hosting a pet adoption event. They were, and I met some wonderful doggies.
One even captured my heart and I’m considering submitting an application to adopt her. Of course, based on the way my brain cells have been working, the shelter might turn me down!
After attending the doggy adoption event, hubby and I came home and then he decided to visit a shoe shop because he needed some new athletic shoes. We bought the shoes and came out of the store, headed to our car. That’s when it happened! Yes sir, it happened! I started to turn left because I was just sure that was the correct route to our car, but hubby instructed me to turn rignt, which I did. We got to our car, and I noticed something hanging from the rear view mirror. Somewhere in my fuzzy brain cells, I realized that this might not be our car, but it was the same model and color so that didn’t immediately register…..until hubby started trying to unlock the car. At that point, my brain cells snapped to attention and I realized that this was not our car!
I started laughing and walking away, but my hubby was still trying to unlock the door–of somebody else’s car. He finally heard me telling him that was the wrong car, and we managed to make it across the parking lot to our own car.
Now, folks, if that had been the only incident, I might not be thinking that my brain cells are sew old, but there were several more incidents just like this one over the weekend. Yep, that’s right…..we seemed to have trouble finding our car several times over the weekend!
That night, we went out to another restaurant for dinner. I had gone inside while hubby parked the car, so I didn’t know where our car was and was following hubby. I started to turn toward the car that I thought was our car, but once again, it was the wrong car! It’s a good thing that I didn’t sew that day because I’m not sure how any of my seams might have turned out.
That night, we went home and didn’t venture out again, which was probably a very good thing.
The next day was Sunday and we went to church as usual. After church services, we headed to the parking lot. I was following hubby again, and went to car—that wasn’t ours!
Not only was this the wrong car, it wasn’t even the right model! We have a Toyota; this car was a Honda. At least it was the right color. As I peered into the passenger side, wondering why things didn’t look familar, I heard my hubby’s voice coming from a different area of the parking lot. He was saying “wrong car, over here”. I managed not to collapse into a fit of giggles until I got into the right car.
If you think this was over, you are sadly mistaken–it happened again! It is our custom to go out to lunch after church. Both of us made a point of checking to see where we had parked so that we would not try to enter someone else’s car. Lo and behold, we did it again! I headed toward a car and hubby started saying “wrong car, wrong car”. This particular type of event happened four times in a two day time span! You would think I could recognize my own car, but in my defense, all the cars that we tried to enter were the exact same color as ours–and all but one of those other cars were Toyotas. I think I’m beginning to see why so many people who own the same make and model as my car hang things from the rear view mirrors. It makes it easier to identify your car.
Even if I had wanted to do any sewing over the weekend, I think I might not have attempted it. It might have taken me a while to find the right sewing machine in my sewing room.
For those of you whose brain cells are working correctly and aren’t sew old……
Happy Sewing!
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