Senior Moment

My mom-in-law has been waiting for a phone call-for nearly two weeks.  I began to wonder if her Dr. was out of town, excusing his tardiness for not calling back.  She hates to go anywhere, for fear that he'll call the moment she walks out the door.  (She didn't give him her cell phone number since "it's long distance.)  Instead, she carries around the phone wherever she goes.  Usually that is sitting on the front porch.

Yesterday Michael went outside to talk to her.  He asked her why she had the t.v. remote with her.  She looked at the table beside herself.  Sure enough, there was the remote control to her television.  No wonder she hadn't heard back from the doctor's office.

(Just in case you are wondering...no, I am not poking fun at my mother-in-law.  I can't.  We have a good relationship and can laugh at ourselves for having a senior moments.  It happens to me all of the time.  I run downstairs to get something.  I find myself standing in the family room, racking my brain, trying to remember what I went down there for.  I know the moment I go back up the stairs,  I will reach the top remember what it is I wanted.  Instead of going up,  I wander to the kitchen, then the laundry room, even open the pantry or refrigerator hoping to jog my memory.  It doesn't usually work, so I head back up the stairs.  The moment I step off the tope one, I figure it out and back down I go.)