(The box aound his neck says, "Now take a left at the end of the hall...)
The Caption says, "ONSTAR for the Senile"
Has senility arrived? Am I ready for it? I don’t know. I hope not, and I will fight it…oh, pretty flowers…huh? Oh, yeah! I’ll fight it to the end - if I can remember to fight.
Let me explain.
It was real cool today and when I went to the Waffle House for my coffee and what ever eats I felt like having, so I put the heater on and pushed the button that circulates the air inside the car (cools off faster in A/C and heats up faster by re-heating the same air.)
I also have a cold with a spot in the middle of my sternum the size of a baseball that explodes every time I cough. So I stopped at the CVS and got some cough suppressant and a tube of super glue to fix this thing that needed fixing.
I got home about 1:30, brought everything in, but said a few words to the neighbor lady walking her dog first.
My step-son, Steven, came home for his lunch break around 5:30, called me on the cell phone to see if I was going somewhere because he was parking behind me. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere for about an hour but would be leaving around 6:00 or so.
So he said, “Why is your truck running?”
“What?”
“Your truck is running.”
I laughed and told him I must have forgotten to turn it off when I got home some 4 fucking hours ago??!!??! “Well, will you turn it off?”
He chuckled and said, “Sure…OMG it has to be 200 derees in here. Your heater is going full blast. It even too hot to touch the keys.” He turned it off and jerked the keys out and dropped them on the seat.
At least I think that is how it went. Maybe it was a dream from my nap. No…I didn’t have a nap - that I know of.
This sux. I’m not ready for this shit. I have to go to NY this Thursday and to St. Louis for a blogger meet-up next week. Or did I dream that, too?
Does anyone out there know for sure? I would appreciate it if you would let me know. I’ll try to remember this so I’ll know what you are talking about.
Thanks!
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11 comments:
I sure hope you end up in NY with all this going on but if you do end up in California, go to the beach. I think you deserve it.
We'll knock twenty years off you in St. Louis, you old fuck.
After that, we make no guarantees.
sorry, I started to read this and forgot what I was sitting at the computer for.
Then I went and answered my cell phone and hit the scroll button and
what was I talking about?
You wanted to know what when?
Damn.
What was the question again?
Now where did I put my glasses? What?
On my head?
Am I looking thru them?
Then why is all the letters so small?
Oh I shrunk the page?
Can I un-shrink it?
Oh I give up.
I'm going to bed if I can remember where it was located the last time I saw it.
Damn!
It's sure is hard when one is getting old.
Miss Em {I think??}
Austell, Ga. {Maybe??}
I applaud you for admitting this. I've done my share of "old" things too. I have literally had my sunglasses on my head while I was looking for them, had my keys in my pocket while I was looking for them, forgot where I parked my car in a public lot, forget that I have a load of wash in the washer, and forget that I have something cooking in the oven.
One of the guys at work in his 40's is worried he might be there already.
He has denied working on a particular job or knowing anything about the client for a week now, but he does admit that the handwriting all over the file looks a lot like his.
Will it comfort you to know that stress can cause all the same memory problems?
Pax
[vaguely certain she needs to do *something* tonight.. suspect it will occur to me about 3am]
Just a brain fart moment. We all get that. One time when I was a teenager, I took mom's car to the LIRR, hopped on a train to the city, saw a concert at Madison Square Garden, took the train back to the Island and realized I had left the car running from 5pm until almost 2am. The amazing part it was STILL RUNNING. Good thing as I had spent all my money on a concert tee shirt and couldn't afford gas.
Oh, I totally had one of those moments today. It happens to the best of us!
Paging Coffeypot to my blog, stat.
Thanks, peeps. It's good to know I'm not the only dummy out there. But it did upset me some.
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