For the uninitiated, senior moments are when you can’t remember something you know perfectly well, but which you convince yourself happens to everybody over the age of 50, and is nothing to worry about.
Except at 2 o’clock in the morning, when all the rules change.
Yesterday I transferred a substantial payment on-line to what was supposed to be the account of our roofer who is replacing our aging and rotting fascias, soffits, and gables. When I asked for the transfer to be made immediately, the bank noted, along with the question “Are you sure you want to make this transfer?” that it could not be reversed. Yes, I said, I’m sure, and authorized the transfer of about $3500.
At 2 o’clock this morning I woke up. OMG, I thought. Are you sure you typed in the right bank account? What if you accidentally sent it to the wrong person? Did you even bother to double-check? And you haven’t received an acknowledgement from the roofer.
Well, you did send it on a Sunday, said my rational self. The office was almost certainly closed.
Not to be put off by something as flimsy as reasonable logic, my righteous panic was undeterred. I finally fell back into a fitful sleep with nightmares about small claims court interspersed with wondering how I was going to confess this financial conflagration I had engineered to my husband.
Nonetheless, I wisely decided the next morning not to mention this dreadful possibility to him over morning coffee but to wait until I had the chance to call the roofer’s office.
The transfer has been made to the right account, and the work is still on schedule to be done next week.
Well, as I’ve said before – getting old is interesting.