I'm with Bruce. I'll be in my little (cluttered) garage working on a car, usually stressed, gotta get it done by nightfall. I have no patience. I put down a tool go to another spot then move around some stuff, did I mentioned it's cluttered? Go to return to the original intent of job and the tool or part is gone. Usual fix is to look dead center under the car where its dark and usually unaccesable. Nope not there, not on the bench, not in the tool chest. NOWHERE. Eventually the missing whatever turns up. 1 day, 1 week, 4 months. I call it senior days, not moments.
Of course, I don't have that problem, but my wife sure does. She was talking to our daughter on her cell the other day, walking all over the house, looking for her phone. Bwahaha! I'm glad if I can just remember what I'm doing from one moment to the other in the shop.
Interesting reading fellow Senior's Moments, It's nice to read I'm not the only one walking around saying WTF, for me, this just did'nt happen yesterday, been going on for awhile to the point of now sometimes, laughing at myself, and saying "It Is What It Is" Still Walking and Talking/Typing and most of the time, making sense.
olscrounger, I am telling you , its thoses DAMN little tool gremlins. I have them all over my shop too! LOL. Bruce.
I have noticed that the more times my "senior moments" appear, the more times my "WTF" phrase appears, as well. Somehow linked together.
I've been carrying one of these and a pen in my shirt pocket for a few decades. Nowadays I need a couple in play at the same time because the lists are so long, and several pages are going to be needed on any given day to play hang man etc with our grandson. And I better write down stuff the moment I think of it, because 5 minutes from now that thought will have flitted of like a ****erfly. It is kind of fun to look at the old notebooks to see what I was interested in, and sometimes still need to do.
Way back when I had a buddy that used an old beat up 900 Sporster for a bar hopper. One night this kid is walking up the street and out of the string of bikes parked in front of the bar he straddles my buddies Sporster kicks it drops it into gear and launches it across El Camino Real (4 lanes)into a parked car. We were standing out front of the bar having a smoke and watched the whole thing. Anyway my buddy walks over helps the kid up and kicks him right square in the **** as he is sending him down the road. I asked him why he didn't beat him and he said, "Hell Benno I have owned this bike for 10 years, I have never seen it start on the first kick not even when you are stealing it." It was pretty funny to watch it unfold, perhaps it was because of our altered state.
The ***le of this thread is actually kind of scary. Senior Moments can be also interpeted as the dreaded disease of Dementia or Alzheimers. I personally know of several rodders in my area who I've known for a number of years are afflicted with these diseases who are no longer able to drive their cars or function on their own. Its really sad to see someone go so far down hill.
. My Intention's of this thread was to bring some humor into Seniors life as everyone starts CRS around 50 or so, we all say WTF at first, but you might as well laugh at yourself rather than ***** and Moan IMO, the dreaded decease's you mention are a terrible reality of life and aging, I to have had experiences in this area and all I can say is, Enjoy life, Family and your Hobbies, nobody is guaranteed a tomorrow and like I always say, Thankful for every day.
Some of these stories are just "normal dumb things we do", but some of them are a sort of "Gallows Humor" in an effort to deal with our own fears of what (likely) is in store for us 'down the road'. I will admit that I'm wondering how I will deal with it when it's 'my turn'?
It's pretty common in my family. I took care of my father in his last years. I have to laugh about it or the sadness would eat me up. My shop is about 80 feet from my house and I often forget what I went out there to do.
I hate to think how many times I've driven around the block to stop at the shop & pick up what I just set out to take w/me ....
A good friend and retired line boss from GM lives right up the street, he suffers from diminished capacity of some sort. In his lucid moments he knows that he as moments that are not so lucid. He doesn't make any bones about it but it has got to wear on him. Last year he gave me his restored 31 Chevy sedan, I left it with him to keep for me. I saw him a week later and he asked me if he had given me the sedan. I told him that he had and he asked why I didn't take it. I told him that he wasn't in a good state and he thanked me. Personally I have been hit in the head more than once and wonder if I am suffering from dain bramage.
NUTS, I was going to write something down here on this subject, but damn if I can remember what it was.
Same here, work bench has marker notes all over it, three boxes of special parts, two drawers for special stuff in tool box and yes two(2) white boards for notes of "to do".... got to the point where I'll ask my neighbor over as sounding board before I start my engines for the first time....yep, those long 42 step walks between the garage have been doubled because I often forget why im making them....got so bad when the wife asks me what I need now ( and I've forgot) I just tell her I had to pee....... Sent from my iPad using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
ok, I did the "change the fuel pump" routine when I was only outta gas too. In my defense, the gauge [56 ford] said I had almost 1/16th tank left...changed it on the side of the interstate.
When I was two years old I climbed onto the front seat of the family car, which happened to be in gear, pushed the starter ****on and went right through the garage door, I forgot to open the garage door. That was my first senior moment over 58 years ago. Will they ever stop?
LOL I changed a coil once after checking my fuel level with a stick, cleaned and set my points, changed my condenser. Then changed my fuel filter. I think my favorite was when I first changed the motor in The Pusher. It was shooting in the pipe real bad. I had changed from my big boxy rocker covers to Cal Customs and was sure that I had a rocker dragging (canted valve heads). Pulled all the rockers and shaved 'em, put them back on, readjusted the valves fired it up same problem. Then I knew I had a valve sticking. Waited for the missus to come home so she could spin it while I watched. She said that she wanted me to fire it up first so I put the rocker covers back on and Ka-pow Ka-pow. She shut it off and reached down and swapped the 5 and 7 plug wires. DuhOh' ran like a top. I've only been crossing those two wires for 40+ years.
Here's one, not a senior moment, in my 20's, 70's racing Midgets, alcohol fuel, when qualification laps over, precedure is/was shut motor off w/ lever type fuel shut off, then kill ignition, apparently I shut it off w/ kill switch, go to push off for heat race, back tires do not turn over, pull out of gear, go to pit and think WTF, thought about for a minute, forget to shut fuel off ? Motor hydrauliced ? Break something internally ? Pull spark plugs to bump motor over, bent over to look in plug hole, YEP, hydrauliced, fuel squirts directly in my eyes, STINGS like HELL, my Dad and crew rush me to the pit ambulance, they flush out my eyes, Dad got car ready, I ran Semi Feature, transferred, ran feature, good night w/ exception of my brain fart, looking in plug hole, what was I thinking ? Answer, sometimes I do not, then and now. LOL
I did this a while back. Went outside to my OT car, popped the trunk, the hood. Walked around the car, looked it over.......body.......tires and wheels.......looked in trunk....... under hood......WTF did I come out here for? What was I going to do? Car LOOKS good though. Go back in..........WTF?
my Speedometer Head is Bad cannot get it to work Try everything to Make it work! NG so I get another one its Tested & works Great, but the Guy I get it from tell's me its a Real ***** to Change it. I look in the Flat rate Book from 1953 & it Calls for .9 hr. well I think that the Book lies I look under the Dash to see what Tools I need which took me about 1 hour to look under after I moved the Seat Back than I position the Tools on my Chest which didn't Work Than I place them on the Floor Next to me get under the Dash & get situated Guess What I had to Go to the Bathroom! 2 1/2 Days I got it Done I should have Taken the whole Dash Board Down & Out and replaced that way. This is the Car in my Avatar just my 3.5 cents
Senior moments turn into Senior Minutes ...... next thing you know you're smacking yourself in the forehead with an ice cream cone.
Last week we got a recall notice for my wife's car. I called and made an appointment for today, which is my wife's day off. After she left the house this morning, she called me about 20 minutes later and said "I'm at the TeeOda dealers' and they don't have a record of an appointment for me. I said, Hon, you don't drive a Toyota anymore, you traded it last year. Go to the Honda dealers'! Maybe now she'll stop telling me, since I turned 70 a few weeks ago, maybe I ought to think about wearing a wristband with my address on it when I go on a road trip..
LOL. I met with a few gents this week for lunch. First time meeting most of them. As I introduced myself, I gave out my name a couple of times in the process. I emphasized that repeating my name was for my own benefit, and not theirs.
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