One pretty uncool consequence of getting older is the myriad of embarrassing stories that one amasses  as they make their way through this maze we call everyday life.  All my days tend to run together anyway, and I often have to gauge things up against people who are close to my age, as I need to be aware whether it’s an age thing or a brain damage thing.

Such was the case this past weekend when I drove my wife’s car a couple of times.  I generally don’t unless we are on a trip of some kind.  But as I came out of the store, I thought my car had been stolen.  It hadn’t been, because my car was at home in the driveway.  But I didn’t see it anywhere.

Now I am certain regular readers have heard me say, “This ain’t my first rodeo,” and this too wasn’t.  Generally as a practice, when something like this happens to me, I do not panic, but I think “Hey, this is probably just me and it is a memory thing.”  So I then go through possibilities and on that day, one of them was that I might not be driving MY car.  So I started pushing the lock button on her key, and sure enough I heard a beep…….problem solved.

That’s why I try to blog each day at roughly the same time, park in the same places when I go somewhere (particularly places I go to a lot), and mostly why I am a priest (black shirt, black shoes, black socks, black pants…….I hardly ever go wrong).

But I say this, and I write it, as I am confessing that I am writing this on the morning of the 11th because I indeed forgot…..AND it has taken me quite some time to figure it out. (things like this are not my friends) But I WILL post and date this for yesterday, because if I do not it will confuse me tonight.  But for now I believe I am alright, or at least I think I am……who knows?  I better call my wife and let her tell me what I am so I do not get anymore confused!

Tommy+