Getting old and forgetful
I am definitely losing my mind. I’m starting to forget things, like when I’m supposed to dress up for a Crystal Chords rehearsal. We taped our group singing Christmas carols for a local show, “The Senior Notebook.” We were supposed to dress up in our “casual concert” attire.
In my own defense, I was very rushed when I got home from work and a million and one things to do before going to rehearsal; and I only had time for one. So, I didn’t check my email (which would have reminded me of the taping) and just did the stuff I absolutely needed to get done (and I only partially finished those). I will also choose to blame the antibiotics … because I can.
So, I showed up to rehearsal in the shirt I wore to work - a very lime green shirt. It looks very good on me, but not when everyone else is wearing a white shirt with a red festive-type vest. I felt so bad and tried to opt out of appearing on camera so I wouldn’t mess up the shot. But apparently that was not an option.
There were 2 other people also not in correct attire. But they had white shirts on, so it was easy for them to stand in the back and go unnoticed. Did I mention my very lime green shirt? Brigid came to my rescue, offering her red raincoat so the red would blend in a little better. And Brigid is the only person in the chorus whose coat I would be able to wear.
Picture this - a lovely chorus of women in white shirts and red festive-type vests. And then, in the back row, using the person in front of her as a shield, is me with lime green peeking out of a red coat and holding up my music so as to cover as much as possible.
It’s a good thing I don’t know anyone who actually watches “The Senior Notebook.”
So Thanksgiving was a success at the Cassidy/Whong house. I say success because I didn’t have to cook. Therefore, dinner was very good. Mom and Jim traveled down to Elmira, and Michelle and her family came over and we had a very nice time. We saw kids riding their lawn mower down the street, the dog and cat entertained us, the house was filled with the sound of football and the smells of really good food. I think the only “oops” moment was Jason’s coffee and since I don’t drink the stuff, I did not have to endure that faux pas.