Today, I passed another mile marker en route to "senioritis"... you know, that stage in life where you get stuck trying to remember a word, or can't recall where you put your car keys, or you mix up the names of your kids when you want to call one of them?
I was preparing dinner tonight -- "preparing" meaning taking a bag of something out of the freezer that will only take 8 minutes to prepare in a skillet and still taste delish (ask me about the miracle that is Picard some time) -- when I realized I couldn't read the small printed instructions on the bag. So, I went looking for one of the half-dozen pairs of reading glasses I have stashed around the house. Sadly, I've been stuck with these things for the past 2 or 3 years after one day waking up very suddenly and discovering I could no longer read a book without holding it an arm's length away, and even then it was fuzzy. Yeah, welcome to your 40s, old girl.
I found a pair of said glasses in the bedroom, and started the meal.
A few minutes later, I came upstairs to check something on my computer. On the way back downstairs I folded some sheets that had been drying... and that's when I noticed it.
I had one pair of glasses on my face... and another one on top of my head! For the life of me, I can't remember when I might have put that second pair of glasses on, because when I was in the kitchen I was positive I had NO glasses on my person whatsoever.
I am 46 going on 86, obviously. Next thing you know I'll be asking Georges to sign me up for the French equivalent of those Lifeline pendants -- how do you say "I've fallen, and I can't get up!" in French? -- as a gift for my birthday THIS COMING MAY. Because it's never too soon to start planning for that broken hip.
