STILL OUT OF ACTION!

2 weeks after the stool incident and I'm still laid up and eating antibiotics.

This probably accounts for the marked drop in 'senior moments'....

I spent 25 minutes looking for my watch, then pulled my sleeve up...

I carefully took my handbag from the car to the house and totally forgot about the groceries.

I went out wearing my glasses.  This is excellent since I forget to take them with me sometimes. However, I over-egged the pudding by wearing another pair on a string around my neck. 

Apart from this, it's all good!

LEFT BEHIND

I managed to take home everything I needed from a house I've been helping to clear out - those people on Hoarders TV programs are amateurs!

I remembered my handbag - just forgot to pick up the book under it. A book that isn't mine, but everyone at book group raved about it so I borrowed it. One lady's husband has even started writing a novel because he read this book.

It's Stephen King's "On Writing"

 Sure hope it isn't chucked out before I can get back there!

Otherwise I guess I'll be searching the internet to buy another one.

I decided my last few days did not quite fit the criteria of senior daftness.

I stubbed my little toe – the one I broke in a similar incident and still can’t wear court shoes!

I forgot to defrost the cat's meat for 2 days in a row.

I lost my keys but only for a few minutes so that doesn't qualify.

Even today’s wee accident isn't strictly senior – more like sheer stupidity! Though I’m sure that I still believe my body will do things it used to do but now has become willfully unco-operative at times.

You wouldn't want to see my leg instead of this one, would you now!

Having exchanged goods between the attic and the main dwelling, I had to shut the trapdoor. Usually I stand on a wooden chair but I've recently had spinal disc problem so couldn't climb on it as it is a bit high. So I stood on the stool.  Now the stool was a bit far away from the catch so I put one foot on the bed. The stool veered to the right and I started to do the splits before being unceremoniously dumped on the floor. The stool then jabbed me in the leg making spectacular bruises all down my leg.

Well, I lay on the floor for a bit before deciding I wasn't broken, just bruised and proceeded to the kitchen to drink whiskey.  Yes, I did the Rest, Ice and Elevation thing and eventually went to Accident and Emergency. Just to be sure, you understand. They put on a compression bandage and recommended I drink some gin and put my feet up.  

You know doctors have a real handle on things when they recommend gin – every orthopod I've ever consulted recommends it!

LOST LUNCHES, LOST PRESETS & THE SPEEDING CAT

After the muddle with the days yesterday, things went quite well. Except I left my today's lunch in a fridge no-one will be revisiting until next Monday. But anyone can do that!

I’m sure it takes special skill to be really daft and I thought dusting the radio/cd/mp3 player and wiping out all the presets doesn't really qualify. Especially since I have done this several times now and still have not figured out exactly how it happens. Must be a Sony design fault! 

I suppose I’ll just have to sit down and reprogram it yet again but at least I wrote down the numbers for my favourite stations after the 2^nd time so I’m getting smarter. You have to get sneaky and devious sometimes. 

Nanki Poo shot out the front door light greased lightning when I came home but he does things like that. 

Later I found I that I had shut the cat door and both cats were inside for 5 hours with no litter box. 

So that explains the rush.

It’s only 4.30pm but I’m anticipating that I've filled my quota today!

ALL DRESSED UP AND NO PLACE TO GO

I got today’s spot of daftness out of the way early.

Having spent the night dreaming of having to take the cat to the vet at the hospital and only being able to find every other cat in the neighbourhood, intermingled with being part of a female dance troop on a large ship, I awoke early.

I remembered that I’d said I’d go to the mall for coffee to see Jenny’s new teeth and to meet with another friend who is going on holiday. They walk at the Mallfit group on Tuesdays and Thursdays and we meet for coffee afterwards if I manage to get up in time. 

I think 8.30 is a nice time to wake up and walking group starts at 7.15, so this doesn't happen that often.

I had instant fruity rolled oats instead of my usual cooked breakfast so as to be on time (almost). I was very organised – fed the cats, collected up the gear for some gardening at another friend’s house and got in the car.

As I stopped to clear the mailbox, along came the rubbish collection truck. 

“That’s funny” I thought. “The rubbish comes on Wednesday and it wasn't a public holiday on Monday. I’m to meet my friends on Thursday”.

The penny finally dropped. 

THE KEYS AT THE FAR END OF THE UNIVERSE

Today it was the keys turn.  Despite knowing they must be indoors someplace, I still went out and opened the garage door to see if the car was there.

It was, of course.

Alot of things get tidied up while looking for keys, so in some ways it is most beneficial. And since I am taking healthy doses of the Mother’s Little Helpers, (doctor prescribed naturally, since I’m not young and silly anymore!), I don’t get half so agitated now.

But, I ask you, who would think of looking for keys on the shelf at the far end of the bath?

THE IMPORTANCE OF SEEING ONE'S TOES

It is some years since middle-age spread transformed my sylph-like figure into a shapeless blob.  I put up some futile resistance then gave up the fight. 

I’ve thrown out the bathroom scales.  There seems little point in depressing oneself when so many other things in life can do it for you. 

Recently it seems very important to be able to see my toes. 

I stand in the shower sucking in my waist and peering down. I think I’m a smidgen thinner today as I can see not only all the toes but at least 1/3^rd of each foot!

Or maybe it’s just that I can suck my middle in further.