Yesterday apparently was my half-zeimers' day.
It began when I was commenting on a blog post by my friend Meggie in Australia. I was writing about one of our cats, named Blackwell. Except, I called him Blackwood.
Then, a little later, SWMBO was having a problem at a discount store that refused to accept either of her credit/debit cards. We both knew that each account had funds in it. So, I told her on the telephone to go to the bank to get it figured out. After several permutations, the nice lady at the bank told SWMBO that the problem was with the terminal in the store and had nothing whatsoever to do with her cards. As a matter of fact, she said, she had had the same problem with the same store with one of HER cards recently. Apparently the store's card readers get dirty and that's the result.
Of course, as SWMBO was relating this entire story to me, I was getting more and more "worked up" and more than a little ticked off at the store for treating my wife as if she was a common crook and embarrassing her.
Then I had to go run some errands and when I got to the car I found in my hand (1) the car keys, (2) my small camera that I take with me everywhere, (3) a notebook that also accompanies me, (4) my billfold, and (5) the remote control for one of the television sets in our home!
I walked sheepishly back into the house, handed the remote to SWMBO and said "I don't know what I thought I was going to do with this!"
She laughed and said "You certainly would have confused me when I tried to turn the television on."
My response, "Maybe you could have tried one of your ATM cards!"
Yes . . . old age is a b_____ but at least it can be amusing some times.
