No, this is not about money. (I wish!) It’s about doing things to disguise the fact that I I’m getting older…maybe even dotty. We compensate for a lot of things, not just forgetfulness. It’s also about not seeing fly speck print without my glasses (or even with my glasses).
Coupons are almost useless to me. I cut them out; put them in my purse; then promptly forget about them. Restaurant coupons are the worst. Maybe it’s that margarita I had before dinner or the pleasant ambience but I forget about them as soon as I sit down. Sometimes I put them on the table so I don’t forget but it seems kind of tacky.
Entering the world of index cards. We have found that index cards are wonderful things. They are flash cards for the aging. Unlike post-its, you can use the same one over and over gain. I print trigger words that we use over and over. Need juice from the basement? Put the juice card out. Need the birdseed container filled? Lie the card on the counter and you won’t forget.
Are they in or out? We have four indoor cats (yeah, I don’t know how that happened either). They have access to a screened porch but it’s closed off overnight and during cold weather. I won’t remember who’s out and who’s in. They are cats. They don’t know if they are in or out. After one experience where poor Mollie was locked in the porch most of the night (I woke up at 3 a.m. realizing she was out there with no food, water or…gasp…litter box.) Now we use cards with their name on it. It says “in” on one side and “out” on the other. They are cats so sometimes the cards get flipped more than a magician’s pack during a card trick.
Then there are medications. When the government decreed that manufacturers had to list every possible interaction or deadly disease on a bottle an inch tall (really, I don’t think aspirin causes leprosy), I haven’t been able to read it. (I won’t even go into those stupid lids that only toddlers can open!) I have dry eyes. I have medicated drops, plus drops that wet the eye (like a nice moisturizer) in lighter and heavier formulations. Four bottles. They all look alike. I had to put different colored electrical tape on them so I can easily tell them apart.
I routinely use a permanent marker to write expiration dates on things and mark my hair products. (Who in their right mind would put “shampoo” or “conditioner” in teeny print when you use it in the shower without your glasses?)
The most amazing thing about aging (and there are a few things) is that as life throws monkey wrenches in your path, you come up with solutions. My mind is still working!