A Senior Moment To Share

Let's talk about having a senior moment. We all have them and some can be quite comical. I want to tell you one of my many moments that actually happened before I was a true senior. But before I do, let me give you a little history of mine.

I grew up with three sisters, all of which were not all that into sports, including me. My father loved to play golf and would watch it on TV on the weekends. He also bowled, but not as enthusiastically as chasing a golf ball.

My mother passed away at Race Way Park in Indianapolis, racing. That is another long story.

Several years later, I was married and had two boys. After having children I think is when I began to have senior moments. The men in my life loved football, boxing and wrestling. We lived in Miami, Fl. at the time so the guys had a lot of opportunities to see some of those sports, live.

I always wondered what God thought about two grown men getting in a small ring (and why do they call it a ring when it's square?) and beating each other to near death. All in the name of sports!!! And why do grown people enjoy watching it?

As a proud parent, I went to football games and wrestling meets to cheer on my boys that were participating in these events, but I have to tell you, I didn't like it. I didn't want them to get hurt. It's a MOM thing! I know, I'm getting to that senior moment and you will soon be quite amused.

When the boys were mostly grown and I found myself back into the dating scene, another long story, I went with a nice guy that loved sports but lived, breathed, slept, and dreamed about baseball. Now mind you, I never minded any of my guys loving sports because that was much better than having them chasing women or hanging out in bars.

I'm getting there!!

For my senior moment, I was not quite a senior, but close. I believe my friend was. Any way, one nice Saturday morning, he called me and said, "Let's go watch the cubbies play". I said,"Sure". We live about fifty miles north of Indianapolis and we both worked for the auto companies.

I worked for GM and he worked for Chrysler. Why am I telling you this? Oh, you'll see!

He picked me up, later that morning, and we started north. After a short while, I thought to myself, I wonder where this ball park is that we're going to. Oh, yes, I thought we were going to watch a Chrysler league play baseball. Oh well, maybe it was a state thing and we were going to Fort Wayne or something.

After a while, he pulled into a little pub and said let's get something to eat. I was all for that. And then I just couldn't take it any more. I had to ask. So where exactly is this ball park? He looked at me and did just what I didn't want to see. He smiled real big and said, "Wrigley Field"! Oh, Like I should know where that is. Senior moment?

I was not about to go any further and continue to torture myself with lack of knowledge. Yes, I had to ask,"and where is Wrigley Field?" He looked at me as if he thought I was pulling is leg or that some how he had ended up with the dingiest broad he had ever met. Of course he said,"Chicago". "Chicago?", I yelled back. "I can't go to Chicago, I have to work, tomorrow!" He grinned and hugged me and told me to relax, it wasn't that far. I think in the end he got a kick out of the whole thing.

But, my senior moment only gets worse. Oh, yes.

We continued on our way north and into the windy city. WoW! He located a parking spot and we got out. We were at Wrigley Field. But there didn't seem to be anyone around. I thought, "Who's silly now?" He must have got the date wrong. We went to a small window where he got the tickets and then turned to leave. I ask where we going and he told me the game was a night game and we had a couple hours to kill.

We walked around town and and he said, "Let's go to the Huggy Bear Lounge". I said ok and didn't know what that was, either but seen it on TV, several times later in life. I have never forgotten it. He asked me if I wanted to sit in the beer garden or inside and I chose the garden. I love to be out side. He told me to grab a table and he would be right back, I said, "OK" and off he went.

I started to the table when all of a sudden my sandal strap broke. My foot slipped off my shoe and right on to a piece of green thick glass. I thought I might pass out when I looked down and seen the pool of blood forming under my foot. What to do, what to do, what to do now!!

I hobbled to a garden bench and sat down. I knew I had to get the glass out. The shrapnel was about the size of a fifty cent piece. I knew this was not going to turn out well. I asked a passerby if they could grab me some napkins from a nearby table. I then pulled the glass out and tried to stop the bleeding. Not much luck and I decided to try and hobble to the inside restroom. I had no idea where my friend was and the place was packed.

I needed help and a waitress happened inside. She told me she would go get a first aide kit and be right back. "Thank You, God" is all I knew to say. After some tending to my wound, we both knew that it more than likely needed stitches. But I told her I just couldn't ask my friend to give up his game and the money for the tickets so I would just bite the bullet and go on.

She helped me back to the garden and he was there looking everywhere for me. I told him I broke my sandal and he said we'd grab another pair on the way back to the car. I had blood all over my shirt and he had a spare T with him. He said he always carried a spare for after ball practice.

I changed my shirt and he ran to get me some flip flops. We headed back to the field where the long line had began to form. He asked if I was OK and I lied and said yes. The throb in my foot was so intense that I knew that it was why people seem to be staring at me.

I was thinking to myself; "Why don't you just take a picture, it will last longer?" I know that sounds mean but you know how it is when you are in pain.

We made it inside and he asked if I wanted a beer and I thought, YES AND KEEP THEM COMING, maybe it would dull the pain. I told him, "Yes please"' and tried to settle in. I just wished people would quit looking at me. My other senior moment is still on it's way, just stay with me.

We enjoyed the game, at least he did, and I have to say I would have if I hadn't been in such pain. After wards we headed home and I think I tried to sleep it off. But with a throbbing foot, a sick sunburned face, and the taste of stale beer, I think if a gun would have been handy, I would have just put myself out of my misery.

We returned home and he knew I just wanted my own bathtub and sofa. So, he dropped me off and I soaked for ever and tried to decide if I needed to see someone about my foot. I waited till the next day and it seemed a little better.

Did my friend do it on purpose? Maybe, but he didn't mind being with me, anyway. What a great story, huh? What a senior moment!

So you see, we all have those pesky senior moments but what a good laugh, later. A friend recently told me she accidentally sent a thank you card to a friend who lost her husband and a sympathy card to the one to thank. Both her friends said they got a good chuckle from it. They knew it was a senior moment.

I recently sent in my renewal AARP membership dues and they lost them. I kept getting a new bill for it and spent some time on the phone, a trip to the bank, and a copy of my cleared payment to get it all straightened out. It turns out I sent it to the AARP insurance address not knowing that they have different ones for different things. Anyway, they told me they found it and not to worry, sometimes they get gas bills, electric bills, and sometimes even thank you cards (those they keep).

We all have senior moments from time to time. But sometimes we don't even know it until much later!

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