I’ve joined the ranks of the doddery, confused old ladies.
The ones with capacious bags, shawls and gloves and a head like a sieve.
I went for a hair cut today. It was a bitterly cold day with very strong winds and I shuttled up and down the high street as fast as I could. Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t find the Post Office on the way there. Actually, they’d moved it since the last time I went. Would you believe they’d hidden it in the back of the Boar’s Head ? They’re doing it to confuse old dears like me, I’m sure.
Much worse is what happened after the hair cut: I left the salon, coat done up to the neck and scarf wound round head and shoulders, spoiling my fresh hairdo instantly. Half way down the high street I thought my face felt funny, something was missing. I turned round and went back into the salon.
The girls looked up from the heads they were beautifying.
“Did I leave my glasses behind”, I asked, slightly shaky and unsteady from being buffeted by the wind. "I can’t see a lot without them. Or perhaps they’re in my bag?” I upended my large handbag and rummaged around in the contents, now piled on the waiting area sofa.
“Which glasses do you mean,” Justine asked, looking round for them, then looking back at me.
“You’re wearing them.”
oh my...ha...um...yeah...smiles.
ReplyDeletesometimes you just have to laugh
though i would not blame it on age
as i have done similar...
Been there, done that. It was also a very cold day and my face was frozen and could not feel my new, lighter glasses on my face. Not to worry, it is not our brains that froze up, but rather the awful weather that did that to us.
ReplyDeleteI hope you were able to laugh at the incident, because that is the best thing to do when these things happen. You certainly got a funny post (one which I could really relate).
I hate it when that happens... with me I'm looking all over and the glasses are perched up on my head.
ReplyDeleteBelieve me you are not alone. I went on a retreat/residency last August and the second morning there, I showered and then could not get the shower door open. I kept pulling and pulling and I couldn't get it to slide open. Since I had locked the door to the shower room I had to finally call out for help that I was stuck in the shower. Fortunately the woman who had the room next to mine was passing by and heard me. It was quite a scene and they sent for the caretaker who had the keys to all the rooms. Just before she got there, I was so frustrated that I finally just slapped the door with my palm and it swung right open. Never mind, I called out, I got it open. Thanks. I had to spend the next 5 days with these women, most all strangers so its a good thing I can laugh at myself. What an idiot.
ReplyDeleteAh, Friko - you looking for your glasses and I with my two right gloves - we make a great team today!
ReplyDeleteaging really has its draw-backs. I know them.
ReplyDeleteI am becoming more and more like that myself and I think it's a case of being too preoccupied with a myriad of other things. To blame it on our advancing age would be too easy. I remember there being other times in my life when I was forgetful like this.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both, kid!
ReplyDeleteALOHA to YOU
from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Sad thing is, I used to do that sort of thing a lot when I was in my early 20s. Ditziness knows no age.
ReplyDeleteWhat was it then that made your face feel funny? The wind?
ReplyDeleteWhen I read this post's headline, my first thought was "She's done it - she's told Gardener that there is a Paul in her life and in her garden now."
Ugh! And they really do not understand.
ReplyDeleteI always used to enjoy Margaret Rutherford's performances . Now , I find I;m turning into her .
ReplyDeleteTime for new glasses?
ReplyDeleteYes, I would say you are now a card carrying member of Dodderdom. It's a large society, you will feel right at home.
ReplyDeleteOh dear Friko - you have just given me such a good belly laugh this morning. he,he - I haven't done that yet, but my GrandMother had two pair of glasses on one day complaining she couldn't see well. Have a wonderful day :)
ReplyDeleteAgain I have been playing catch-up. I am sorry that you've lost your cousin, I'm still chuckling over
ReplyDeleteMen.
and now I'm commiserating over this last post. Welcome to the ranks of the doddery ;)
ja het is jammer genoeg allemaal heel herkenbaar.
ReplyDeleteSomething similar happened to me - I tripped and fell over convinced my glasses had dropped off and broken. I wasn't wearing them. Maybe a chuckle and a hot chocolate will help! Blessings from Freda at Dalamory www.freda.org.uk
ReplyDeleteOh you are so not alone. I have that farsighted thing happening .. plus I'm nearsighted. So instead of bifocals, I have this habit of looking over the top of my glasses.. or removing them completely, when reading. I can't tell you how many times I go to remove them or look over them when they're not even on my face. That's how I know my eyesight is getting worse. Not to mention my memory.
ReplyDeleteYou have reached the choir with that story. Yep, we've all sung that tune. Might as well cop to it and make it your anthem.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha, ha, Friko! "Better later than never". Your glasses are home now,
ReplyDeleteall I can say is hee hee
ReplyDeletewelcome to the club
Dear Friko, I'm so glad to see that you are posting Advent stories this year. I can't commit to coming back each day to read them, but when I do come--each week I hope--I've look at each and quickly peruse it and then leave a comment on the latest. Today's makes me laugh for I, too, seem to have become a doddering old biddy. This frustrates some members of my family, but mostly I'm learning to laugh at myself. That is, when I recognize myself in a plate-glass window or in the bathroom mirror. So many wrinkles now and hair almost completely gray and feet that ache and thumbs that refuse to cooperate with the other fingers. And yet, I'm feeling more contentment than I have in several years. As some comedian says, "Go figure!" Peace.
ReplyDeleteI smile...
ReplyDeleteAt least you remembered your hair appt. I have totally forgotten mine and they call asking where I am.
ReplyDeleteBalisha
Oh no! Cataracts run in my family and this is one of my fears. They have told me it's like having smeary, dirty glasses on--that things start to get fuzzy. But yours might have actually fogged up a little from the cold to blur your vision. When we come inside here after being out in our frigid temps they frost over completely! LOL! I'm lucky to remember the appointment in the first place. I write things down, but then forget to look at the calendar--LOL! ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Friko - oh dear .. that made me laugh! Sorry ... I can quite see you and hear the where are they? Hiding the PO in a pub is quite a good idea .. plenty of places to sit and recover one's wits there .. oh well that leads on to many other stories that could appear out of my mind in the south ... I'm just glad you're safe .. and I'm sure it's fact your eyes have to deal with the sudden arctic air .. thankfully we've been mainly relieved of that so far.
ReplyDeleteGlad all is well - cheers Hilary
Oh Friko, You cheer me up, you really do. I got my hair done yesterday, and was 15 minutes late for an appointment I had missed twice this week. So comforting to know someone else is in the same doddery boat!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! I'm always losing my keys so fully understand.
ReplyDeleteOh, boy -- what a day! I've had days like that when I just felt like everything was going wrong and nothing was clicking on four cylinders! Sure am glad this day is over for you!
ReplyDeleteOh dear. My sight is so bad i couldn't possibly think i'd mislaid my glasses, but I've done the same as you with other things such as gloves and scarves and keys.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally i know exactly why they always put the Post Office counter at the very back of any shop they move it to - to make us run the gauntlet both ways.of everything the host place is selling. Grr!