By Edward A. Forbes
The Bulletin
I’ve been plagued with senioritis in the past few weeks. I’ve been losing items.
I lost my 2-month-old eyeglasses somewhere (and don’t ask where) and now my truck keys. People are always asking: “Where did you lose them?” If I knew where I lost them, they probably would no longer be lost. That’s a fact. I know where I first missed them. but not where I, in fact, lost them.
I’ve noticed that more and more of my contemporaries are remarking about losing or misplacing (another word for losing) items. What used to be a joke concerning talking to someone on your cell phone while looking for that very same phone is now reality. I once had Siri turn on my flashlight while I searched for my own phone (it was in my hand, of course).
My most embarrassing electronic device error to date involved my daughter’s Christmas gift of an Amazon Echo device to me last year. The kids came to visit me, and I wanted Echo to play some Christmas music. “Alexis, play contemporary Christmas music.”
Nothing happened, so “Alexis play Christmas carols.” Again, nothing, so I started to get more than a little irritated (senior prerogative) and said, “Darn it, Alexis, play some music!”
My daughter then chimed in. “Dad, it’s Alexa.”
Oh, I was so close, though.
My grandfather was grumpy. He would get upset when the hordes of grandkids ran out of his backdoor, letting the screen door slam, each one individually. “Damn it, Fanny, (grandmother) don’t let those kids keep slamming that screen door shut, “he would shout.
I try not to say a word about the little pieces of games the young grandchildren leave lying on the floor, or just lose, period. I take a deep breath, sometimes so many I’m afraid I might hyperventilate. I am trying to be my better version of a grandfather.
By the way, I just found my truck keys.
(Edward Forbes wants to hear from you. Email him at eforbes1946@gmail.com or send comments by snail mail to The Bulletin, PO Box 2426, Angleton TX. 77516.)
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