My wife used to be fond of saying of me “you live in a world all your own”, and she was right. Of course, she always was. It is said that the woman always gets the last word. Anything you may say after that is just the start of a new conversation. But, back to my world. I think everyone lives in one. It is the perfect place because you are never wrong. Mistaken occasionally, but never wrong. Further, all the decisions are yours and ideas are solely of your domain to pursue or dismiss at your discretion.
Now, no two worlds are the same, anymore then any two people are. They may vary in size or shape, but since they were created by you, that is to be expected. And, they are always changing. I know mine is. It is not getting smaller per se, but perhaps just a little more opaque. Age is like a rubber band. The longer it is around, the less it stretches. We sometimes repeat ourselves, forget names, arrive at unforeseen destinations, and misplace things. A day in the life of a senior is akin to a new adventure.
I have worn glasses most of my adult life. A few years ago, I had cataract surgery which greatly improved my vision. I wear trifocals, but mostly to read or watch TV. I am farsighted and, as such, have a tendency to take them off and lay them down until the next close encounter. This often triggers a safari that goes something like this.
Now where did I put my glasses. I had them this morning when I did the puzzle in the paper. Perhaps I took them off when I took the paper out to the garage recycle bin. Well, I don’t see them here, but now, just because I came out here, the dogs want to go out, again. Alright, come on, I’ll shovel you a space outside the garage door. Hang on a minute. There you go. Damn, it’s only 14 degrees out there. I can’t let them stay out there too long. I’ll go in and get their coats from the closet. Oh, there’s the vacuum cleaner. I have promised myself all week that I would do the living room. I’ll do that after I take care of the dogs. I’d better leave the closet door open to remind me. Ok, dogs are taken care of, so, where was I? Oh yes, something to do with the paper but damned if I know what. Couldn’t have been that important. I’ll go back in. Humm, why is the closet door open? Maybe if I stare in there for a couple of minutes, something will come to me. Was it the duster on the shelf? The dining room could really use a little help. I’ll just do that. Look at that dog blanket. It looks like something from a dumpster. I’ll take that down and throw it in the washer. Huh, the printer has some copies on it. Oh yes, I ran off a couple of recipes last night. Which reminds me, I need to defrost the fish if I am going to have it tonight. Better do that now before I forget again. The printer is blinking at me. That means I need to change a cartridge. I think I have a new one. Yes, there it is. OK, what’s next. I guess I had better let the dogs in. Now, where did I lay those recipes? There they are, in the kitchen. Geez, they are so light, I can hardly see the print. I’m going to have to run them again. Why are the dogs underfoot? They normally go lay down when they come in. Go lay down guys. Hey, where is your blanket? Well, can’t worry about that now. I need to pull up those recipes. Now, where did I put my glasses.
Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but the senior moments do seem to be increasing. And don’t laugh. You know what they say. Let he who is without lapses defrost the first fish, or something like that. Oh, the fish!!!!!