Mrs Gramps had a senior moment this weekend. We had gone to eat with some friends at a restaurant we often go to, so much so, Mrs Gramps has her phone number listed where we can deduct points earned from previous visits. When the waitress asked for Mrs Gramps number, Mrs Gramps drew a blank on the last four numbers. Embarrassing for her. Concerning for me.
I do that now and again, with phone and SS number. If I wait a minute, it comes back. I do not see it as a cause for worry, just an older brain searching through a lifetime of info.
Both our current phone number and post code have elements that are similar to our old ones, so I have to think about what I am actually saying. If my mind is elsewhere and I am giving the number 'on autopilot' there is a chance I will give the wrong one.
Nowadays I am usually right about the phone, as I always answer the house phone by saying the number and it is becoming ingrained. I do not know what my mobile number is, apart from the last 3 digits.
I have no idea why I have, a couple of times in recent years written my signature using my maiden name. I have been married to Mr RoS for 52 years!
I had a good shower today and washed my hair. Climbed out of the shower without falling over (good!) .... very pleased. Then realised I hadn't rinsed mine hoary locks. Oh dear. Climb back into shower .....
Time for a little rest before brecky-poohs ......
I had a cracker today. Cleaned my shoes with insect repellent instead of shoe cleaner. (The aerosols are quite similar.)
Well, the shoes are clean, and it should keep the midges away.
I tried to clean my teeth not with toothpaste, but with germoloids 4 in 1 action ointment. The tubes look very similar. Germoloid tastes horrible. I've not (yet) applied Sensodyne to my piles.
I did wash load of dark clothes in the week.
To my dismay, there were little white specs over the washed clothes, in spite me checking all the pockets before loading the machine. I went through it all again, to find the culprit and found evidence all over one trouser pocket - but not on the surface I expected.
I have concluded that the only reason a tissue could have been in that pocket, that way round, was that I went to church on Sunday with my trousers on inside out.
Making stuffing for chicken: chop onions and put in the microwave to soften. Blitz bread and rosemary, add seasoning and lemon. Stuff chicken. Discover onions. Unstuff chicken. Restuff chicken.
I set off for church today with my glasses on top of my head. I went to put them on properly and there was the not unfamiliar sound of them hitting the glasses I was already wearing. Fortunately we had just set off, and so I nipped back to return the second pair.
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My dad was once at the last minute hunting for a waistcoat to wear to church back in the days when men did. He was already wearing both of his. I know this was not a sign of aging as he was still living with his parents, so under thirty. Dad only moved out of his parents' home in his late twenties when he started training for the ministry. My source is my grandmother.
@North East Quine
My dad was once at the last minute hunting for a waistcoat to wear to church back in the days when men did. He was already wearing both of his. I know this was not a sign of aging as he was still living with his parents, so under thirty. Dad only moved out of his parents' home in his late twenties when he started training for the ministry. My source is my grandmother.
I've tried to phone my phone so that it would ring and I could locate it. From my phone. It doesn't take much to insert one bad step in an otherwise reasonable chain of thought.
My most common human error, on the other hand, is driving to the wrong place. There's maybe a half dozen places I drive to multiple times a week. If, for example, I'm in the middle of driving a kid somewhere, but I'm thinking about some problem I have to solve at work at the time that I arrive at the critical junction, I can find myself driving to work on autopilot. Depending on which kid I'm accidentally abducting, they'll notice sooner or later that I am now heading down the wrong road.
On Tuesday afternoon I took a tray of blackcurrants from the garden to put in the chest freezer in the garage. I needed to do a bit of rearranging to get a nice level surface for the tray and decided that while I was at it I should move the pack of 2 gammon shanks needed for saturday's dinner and put it where I could easily put my hand on it.
This morning I went into the garage with other things for the freezer - and found I had left the gammon shanks on the shelf where I had put them while finding a suitable place for the blackcurrants.
Mrs Gramps is going deaf and has to wear hearing aids in both ears. Modern hearing aids can work on blue tooth frequencies. Often, she will take her aids out of her ears, but when her cell phone rings and she goes to answer it, she cannot hear the caller. I have had to show her how to disable the Bluetooth function for incoming calls a number of times. Today, I showed her how to disable the function in settings. She does not need the aids when talking on the phone anyway. We are watching more movies and streaming in closed captioning too. I also find closed captioning better to follow the conversations.
I'm glad my hearing aids are more low tech than Mrs Gramps ones.
Once,.when one had to be sent to Australia to be fixed , they loaned me one that had a small voice giving some kind of instructions on it. The particular audiologist either didn't know that or thought my one was the same. It gave me a nasty surprise - I didn't quite believe I was hearing voices, but it was disconcerting.
Mrs Gramps is going deaf and has to wear hearing aids in both ears. Modern hearing aids can work on blue tooth frequencies. Often, she will take her aids out of her ears, but when her cell phone rings and she goes to answer it, she cannot hear the caller. I have had to show her how to disable the Bluetooth function for incoming calls a number of times. Today, I showed her how to disable the function in settings. She does not need the aids when talking on the phone anyway. We are watching more movies and streaming in closed captioning too. I also find closed captioning better to follow the conversations.
I was unloading the dishwasher this morning and thinking it hadn't made a good job of the glasses, then got to the lower rack and realised that while I's set it to run the previous evening, I hadn't actually pressed the start button.
I usually take a tub bath and wash my hair in the sink. Today I decided after a swim to use the shower in my other bathroom that I had not used in months. Not wearing my glasses, I reached for the shampoo bottle next to the body wash. Lathered up, it smelled familiar but not like the shampoo I usually use. Let me say I do not have to worry about fleas or ticks.
I usually take a tub bath and wash my hair in the sink. Today I decided after a swim to use the shower in my other bathroom that I had not used in months. Not wearing my glasses, I reached for the shampoo bottle next to the body wash. Lathered up, it smelled familiar but not like the shampoo I usually use. Let me say I do not have to worry about fleas or ticks.
On the bright side, you now have a beautiful glossy coat!
Mrs Gramps had been complaining about a film on glasses after using the dishwashers. We fnally got a dishwasher cleaner. Seems to have eliminated the problem.
Mrs Gramps had been complaining about a film on glasses after using the dishwashers. We fnally got a dishwasher cleaner. Seems to have eliminated the problem.
I had to re-read that... Why was she putting her glasses in the dishwasher? That would be a serious senior moment.
Mrs Gramps had been complaining about a film on glasses after using the dishwashers. We fnally got a dishwasher cleaner. Seems to have eliminated the problem.
I had to re-read that... Why was she putting her glasses in the dishwasher? That would be a serious senior moment.
I don’t know; I’m constantly wiping mine. If it gets them really clean . . . .
I printed off a sheet of information upstairs. I put it on the landing to bring down. I am downstairs. I can’t find it. It’s not on the landing, or anywhere else I can see, up or down.
I have been tidying up. Fatal.
I found my missing sheet of info. Exactly where it was meant to be. I have three short trips coming up over the summer and have a folder of info for each. This sheet was in the right folder after all.
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Probably just as well.
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Nowadays I am usually right about the phone, as I always answer the house phone by saying the number and it is becoming ingrained. I do not know what my mobile number is, apart from the last 3 digits.
I have no idea why I have, a couple of times in recent years written my signature using my maiden name. I have been married to Mr RoS for 52 years!
Time for a little rest before brecky-poohs ......
Well, the shoes are clean, and it should keep the midges away.
I tried to clean my teeth not with toothpaste, but with germoloids 4 in 1 action ointment. The tubes look very similar. Germoloid tastes horrible. I've not (yet) applied Sensodyne to my piles.
To my dismay, there were little white specs over the washed clothes, in spite me checking all the pockets before loading the machine. I went through it all again, to find the culprit and found evidence all over one trouser pocket - but not on the surface I expected.
I have concluded that the only reason a tissue could have been in that pocket, that way round, was that I went to church on Sunday with my trousers on inside out.
My dad was once at the last minute hunting for a waistcoat to wear to church back in the days when men did. He was already wearing both of his. I know this was not a sign of aging as he was still living with his parents, so under thirty. Dad only moved out of his parents' home in his late twenties when he started training for the ministry. My source is my grandmother.
I've tried to phone my phone so that it would ring and I could locate it. From my phone. It doesn't take much to insert one bad step in an otherwise reasonable chain of thought.
My most common human error, on the other hand, is driving to the wrong place. There's maybe a half dozen places I drive to multiple times a week. If, for example, I'm in the middle of driving a kid somewhere, but I'm thinking about some problem I have to solve at work at the time that I arrive at the critical junction, I can find myself driving to work on autopilot. Depending on which kid I'm accidentally abducting, they'll notice sooner or later that I am now heading down the wrong road.
This morning I went into the garage with other things for the freezer - and found I had left the gammon shanks on the shelf where I had put them while finding a suitable place for the blackcurrants.
Quite unsalvageable
Once,.when one had to be sent to Australia to be fixed , they loaned me one that had a small voice giving some kind of instructions on it. The particular audiologist either didn't know that or thought my one was the same. It gave me a nasty surprise - I didn't quite believe I was hearing voices, but it was disconcerting.
Thank You, I had the same problem as Mrs Gramps.
On the bright side, you now have a beautiful glossy coat!
I had to re-read that... Why was she putting her glasses in the dishwasher? That would be a serious senior moment.
I have been tidying up. Fatal.