Bluetooth and the Banana

Getting old is the pits! I feel like my warranty is running out, and all my pieces parts need repairs or replacements. I spend a lot of time at Physical Therapy for tendonitis in one part or another of my body. It’s always one thing or another. Lately, Jack’s been getting cramps in his legs in the middle of the night. I’ve been concerned about his potassium levels, so he’s been eating a banana and drinking orange juice on his way to school each morning. I just usually have a breakfast of Motrin.

But the body isn’t as concerning as the brain, or lack of it. As I’ve been admitting to my friends lately, I’m having more and more “Senior Moments” and they seem to be turning into a “Senior Life”…But, I’m not alone! Jack’s such a wonderful support system that he’s right there behind me with all his own amusing episodes – like yesterday…

Jack got on the Internet to find a new Bluetooth, but first he had to see what model phone he has, so he took it out of his phone holder, took the battery out and found the model number. As I was turning off the computer for the night, I noticed his phone cover and his old Bluetooth sitting on my desk.

I took them to him and asked where his phone was. He checked the recharger where he keeps it each night, no phone. We searched the floor, the desk, the trash, everywhere in my office, no phone. He walked back outside in the dark where he’d been fixing a gate and looked everywhere, no phone. He walked up the hill where he’d gone to open the water tanks, no phone. He searched everywhere outside, while I searched everywhere inside, no phone.

We were so diligent because he’s gone without it before and it’s really an inconvenience! He wanted to have it for work, so we just kept looking. We were so desperate, we even “humbled ourselves as little children” and said a little prayer for help, no phone.

Giving up our search, yet certain we’d find it somewhere, maybe in the morning, we went upstairs for the night. Standing next to the bed, Jack reached to remove his phone holder from his belt, and took his phone out of its holder!

Then I noticed a stain at the waist of his T-shirt.

“What’s that stain?” I asked, a little perplexed, having never seen this before and fearing something horrific, like a ruptured tumor or some toxic lesion.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, trying to divert my attention.

Well it didn’t look like nothing. It was black and yellow and puss colored, so I persisted.

Reluctantly he offered, “Well, this morning I had to carry three bags of trash across the river, and my hands were full. After I threw the trash into the back of the car, I drove to school. ”

So? Nothing strange so far…

“…And when I got out of the car at school I felt something wet inside my shirt at my waist, and, well, when I reached around the side of my shirt I found my banana…”

He continued, “…I put it in my shirt because I didn’t have any hands left, but I forgot about it until I got to school. But,” he continued, looking at me proudly, “I still ate it!”