I stood in the middle of the bedroom and spun in a slow circle.
A few minutes earlier I’d left my desk and rushed upstairs to get something. Something really important. Something I needed immediately. But darn, if I could remember what that something was.
Walter, our tabby kitten, sat on my feet and looked up.
“Meow?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t rush in here to cuddle you,” I replied.
He padded over to the closet and sat by his food dish.
“No, you’ve already had lunch.”
Flummoxed, he hopped onto our bed. That’s when I saw the notebook I’d left near my pillow.
“That’s it!” I said. “Thank you, Walter.”
When you have to rely on a 10-month-old kitten to keep you on task, you know something has shifted.
My husband thinks he knows what it is.
That evening when I told him about my memory lapse, he grinned and started singing, “I can’t drive 55, oh no!”
Knowing his penchant for belting out Sammy Hagar songs, I waited until he’d sung through the chorus twice, and let him get in a few air guitar licks.
“What does my lead foot tendency have to do with why I can’t remember what I went into the bedroom for?” I asked.
Derek pointed to the calendar.
Ah. We’d just celebrated my 55th birthday.
“So. You’re saying I’m old? That I’m having senior moments?”
He wrapped his arms around me.
“Look at it this way, you’re not old, you just need to start shopping at Fred Meyer on Tuesday, so you can get the senior discount.”
Actually, those forgetful moments have been happening to both of us for years. We’ve begun texting shopping lists and errand reminders to each other. Of course, that means we have to remember to check our phones when we’re out.
And lately we’ve become one of those couples who fill in each other’s blanks.
“What was the movie we saw when we were first married?” Derek asked. “It was a part of a horror triple feature with Ronnie McDowall.”
“Fright Night,” I replied. “And it was Roddy McDowall.”
“What was the name of that restaurant where we used to eat at after church?” I asked.
“Rancho Chico,” he said.
“No, before kids.”
“Oh! Mr. Steak.”
Shared memory is one of the perks of a long-term marriage. And speaking of perks, I was really excited to realize I now qualify for the senior discount at the movie theater. When my friend Carol and I went to see “The Call of the Wild” recently, I proudly asked for the discount.
Honestly? I was a bit disappointed the cashier didn’t express surprise at my request, or even ask to see my driver’s license, but the cheap ticket was worth it.
Carol and I headed to the restroom before finding our seats because that’s what you do when you’re 55. As we left the restroom and headed toward the line I reached into my coat pocket for my ticket. No ticket. I checked my other pocket, then my jeans. No ticket!
I went back to the bathroom to see if I’d set it down while washing my hands. Nope. I dug through my purse. Derek calls it the Black Hole for a reason. It’s large with lots of pockets. I scoured it. I shook it. No ticket.
Mortified, I explained my dilemma to the manager.
“And it’s the first time I’ve used the senior discount, too,” I said.
He graciously waved me through.
Meanwhile, Carol was laughing so hard, it’s a good thing she’d already used the restroom.
“Your first senior discount and your first senior moment,” she chortled.
Well, one out of two of those statements was correct.
We took our seats, and as the previews began, I unzipped the cellphone pocket in my purse to ensure my phone was on silent.
“Carol,” I whispered. “Look, I found my ticket.”
Thankfully, we were able to get our hysterical giggles under control before the movie started.
Looks like Sammy Hagar isn’t the only one who has issues with 55.
Contact Cindy Hval at email@example.com. She’s the author of “War Bonds: Love Stories From the Greatest Generation. View recent Front Porch television segments from Spokane Talks on FOX 28 at spokanetalksmedia.com/lets-talk-2-2.
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