On Friday night we were treated to a fabulous wine-tasting dinner at one of the area’s upmarket restaurants. Let me tell you, there was everything from Scottish salmon to baron of beef, with things like octopus, truffles, nori, and black rice along the way to a desert plate with several delectable offerings. I ate every little morsel, drank every drop of wine. It was wonderful!
My moment? Oh, it was just that in the light in my closet I had pulled out and put on my dark navy slacks instead of a black pair to go with my black shell and black-and-white printed jacket. I didn’t notice it until I stepped out of the car into the late afternoon sunshine. Oh merde!
But was I dismayed?
No. Years ago I would have died a thousand deaths, not just knowing but knowing for sure that everyone would be looking and laughing at me. I’m past all that now. I know that no one noticed – the three I was with hadn’t noticed – and if anyone noticed they weren’t going to come up to me and chide me, tsk tsk, for my faux pas.
It has taken decades, but I finally realize that in this day and age, what people notice, what they think of me, matters little in the long run. I’ll never know about their thoughts, and they, to my delight, will never know about mine.
So - was it a Senior Moment? Of course not: it could have happened
to anyone. It was my turn.