“Tuesday is Seniors’ Day at Rexall,” my husband said. “You are a senior now, you know.”
“Yeah, you’ve been a senior for four years.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumbled.
“What’s the problem? It’s 20% off! The money is better in your pocket than theirs!”
I harrumphed, my default response when he is right.
Reiner is not the only one to remind me of my status in the “advanced age” department. Today, I had the annual chat with my financial advisor. “Yes,” she reminded me, “You’ve qualified to draw on your “locked in” pension for some time now.”
OK, world, I get it. In some circles I’m a senior. Now, just leave me alone, will ya? I’m going for a walk.
I made a mental note of the stops I needed to make: To the library to return a book, and to the drug store to get a birthday card for a friend. I packed up my gear and organized my purse. Since it was cloudy, I wouldn’t need sunglasses. I put them into their case and SNAP off came an arm.
Great. Add “new sunglasses” to my mental list of things to get in the drug store.
I set out. As I approached downtown, I recalled that it was another friend’s birthday last week. Her house is across from the library. I decided to get her a treat from the drug store. She likes Malteasers. I added candy to the list.
I made my way to the drug store, to the library, and had a lovely visit with the belated birthday gal. We had coffee and gossiped. When she needed to get ready for work, I returned home.
Back at the house, I called Reiner for our morning check-in. I told him about my walk and that’s when I saw the broken sunglasses on the kitchen counter.
ARGH! I forgot to buy sunglasses!
It looks like I’ll be stopping by Rexall next Tuesday.
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