Thanks edwardlorilla2046tower for visiting our site, and also thanks for “Mo” who sent us what happened to her the other day, and the lesson she learned.
Mo started by: “Senriors, so funny to be a senior and you feel that you’re not ready yet for any changes to your life. One after coming back home, and it was time to settle down in bed, I couldn’t find the TV remote. That was a disappointment! Why? Bc I get used to watching TV while getting ready for bed. Another TV in the living room but its remote was incompatible with this small TV.
Then, instead of getting ready to go to bed, I started looking in the bedroom thinking about what was the last time I saw that remote. I believed it was on the bed, so I started fetching the blanket the sheet and the under blanket but couldn’t find any. I thought it might have slipped into the basket which happened to be next to that TV, but no there was none. Then I remembered that the contents the baskets were removed and sent to the building dumpster.
OMG, it felt awful. Another adventure and a special visit was done to the dumpster, but the box that was thrown there had nothing except the used tissues, of of course I had to use an old plastic thing to reach all parts of that small box.
In vain, I had to return back to my place feeling defeated, and thinking I must have done something with that remote in order for it to disappear as such. That thought in itself was annoying bc my mind was playing similar situations and the threat of forgetting things like that started making me feel unhappy.
Then it was the kitchen turn where I opened each cabinet to check on its contents and made sure that there was no remote on any of its shelves. While doing that, I was telling myself, I never brought a remote to the kitchen, is it really possible to find it here? Surely it ended with nothing, no remote again. I got so tired, and my brain gave me quite a hard time between searching and blaming age for that trouble.
After exhausting all the possibilities, I gave up. I told myself: “Just forget about it, and try to sleep without the baby TV. To that thought I submited and approached my bed but the miracle happened in a blink. When approaching my bed, there was that blanket right on top of the sheet and it was like a glimpse that came to me saying: “Well, you didn’t examine the possibility of under the trim of the lower blanket, although it could be there. After all it is a small remote not the big one.”
That was it. I stretched my arm, having my hand sweep the narrow trim of that blankt, and there it was sitting waiting for my hand to reach.
Great! My brain was right, and my age had nothing to do with all of that since my first assumption was my bed! And that was how “Mo” ended her tale.
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