The story I'm about to tell could have gone in the Life Experiences forum just as easily as in the Senior Citizen stories forum because it is true and it happened to me. But I opted to put it here because I think it is a prime example of what has become my frequent encounters with the proverbial "senior moment." After the happening, I texted a message to a friend of mine--recounting the events of the day. Below is the text message I sent her. And so it goes......
"Good morning, Gloria!
This is Lydia. I penned a letter to you for snail mail on this past Thursday. I have been trying to mail it since then. With each passing day, something or other interfered with me making it to the post office. So today (it's now Wednesday of the following week), I decided to make it my mission to get that letter mailed. And today was the ultimate mishap.
After heading out to mail the letter this morning along with other things, I realized once I got to the gas station that I had forgotten the letter. So after gassing up the car, I went back home, got the letter off the dining room table where I had placed it so as not to forget it, and headed back out again. But in my quest to be a multitasker, I grabbed the bag of recycling that needed to go out to the trash all while clutching the keys in one hand and the letter in the other. So finding myself with three items and only two hands, I thought in my brillance that I would simply put the letter on top of the car while I locked the side door of the house. Then I carried the bag to the recycling bin and dumped it. I then came back to my car, got in it, and took off. Needless to say, it wasn't until I got out of my car at the post office, that I remembered having put the envelop on top of the car. Of course, it was nowhere to be found. So I raced back to the house in my effort to find the card. I hurriedly pulled in the driveway. I searched the drive. I searched the street in front of my house. I searched around the recycling bin. I searched the grass. I searched the next door neighbor's yard. (They're probably still wondering what I was doing poking around their hedges in the early morning light.) Anyway, no card to be found.
So I backed out of the drive and I headed down the street the same way I had gone originally. As I rounded the corner to the next block, I saw a small white square in the middle of the street. I stopped my car, got out, picked up the white square and sure enough it was your card face down in the street. I raced to the post office, went inside, and dropped it in the box there. Now that the card is out of my hands, I hope it has a far less treacherous journey to you and makes it in one piece. Getting that letter to you was like having carried a 9 month preganancy into the 10th month. It was definitely hard to deliver, but i'm soooo glad it's done!"
Lydia
We both had a really good laugh after all was said and done. Nothing like those Senior Moments!
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