My parents were married on January 10, 1959. I was born on October 18, 1959. Can we say, “honeymoon” baby? Yes, we can.
My dad’s favorite joke every year on or around my birthday is…
“Well, your Mom and I are married (fill in the amount) years and you are (fill in same amount) years old!” It makes him laugh. Hard.
I turned 60 last Friday. Last Thursday, my last day in my “50’s”, I had a fun and I’m quite sure first of many big, “senior moments”.
I love Thursdays. Thursdays are Mom and Dad days for me. I take Mom shopping, spend time chatting with Dad while we drink Starbucks by the lake, and just enjoy the time together knowing that not many people my age still have that privilege. Thursdays are fun and, most times funny; last Thursday was no exception.
Mom wanted to go to the bank before shopping. She had a check that she wanted to ‘cash’ so I told her we’d just go through the drive-up. Easy enough, and so we did. I drove up to the closest drive-up window because I like the little box that extends out to your car and minimizes the need for me to hang out the window to reach it. I am only 5’2″ and, though not very convenient sometimes, I’m very grateful that my arm length is in proportion to my body.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled up to the window only to discover that they had no little extending box. And so, we drove around the bank, again, and came back through one of the drive-up posts with the vacuum tube. I said ‘hello’ to the Teller, put in Mom’s check, closed the top of the plastic container, and sent it through the tubes into that great abyss known as Wells Fargo. The Teller and I had a nice conversation while we waited. Our container returned, I took out the deposit slip, and we were on our way. Almost. I ‘forgot’ that Mom wanted to ‘cash’ her check and not deposit it. And so, we made another trip around the bank and drove up to the ATM. I didn’t want to face the Teller and have to explain myself. So, I rolled down my window, told my Mom to hold my feet, and leaned as far out of the window as I could to reach the machine. Yes, it was quite hysterical. After retrieving the money I tried to pull away and pass the Teller’s window as nonchalantly as I could so as not to draw attention to myself and this, my third time through the drive through in the past 5 minutes. Alas, it was not to be. Pretty much in front of the Teller’s window I ran over the curb and landed with a bang. I don’t know if the Teller noticed, I refused to look.
And so began my grand entrance into my 60th decade. I think it’s going to be a good one, because all-in-all ‘senior moments’ are not that big a deal!
60th decade? Wow, you look great for 600 years old! Another senior moment involving numbers, which I usually miss. Because like you, I prefer words to numbers. Welcome to the club! I’ve kept the light on for you these past 3 months. 🙌😂❤️
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You have a very senior moment due to you, after all, you’re in your 60th decade!