The 40-year-old in me wanted to go out and bust drifts in my SUV last weekend. Then the 81-year-old me sat down at the kitchen table, and challenged Tuxedo-the-Girl-Cat to a game of Wahoo.

I won 21-14, but in her defense she was only interested in the last game we played. *** As usual, this morning I went online and checked the obituaries in The Oklahoman for high school classmates who may have passed away. I look by age instead of names of the deceased, and I’ve finally stopped looking for those who’d passed away at 78. That age sorta stuck with me for some reason.

Satisfied that there were none of the 1962 OKC Classen grads listed in the obits, I read my two favorite cartoons before I checked my daily horoscope. *** Our snow days have caused me to continue binge watching the old NCIS series. I only like the ones with Leroy Jethro Gibbs in them. Mark Harmon did a terrific job of bringing that character to life, and I can’t believe I’d never watched that show until I got into my 80s.

*** Also, what’s up with so many TV commercials nowadays? There used to be two or three between shows, or the news, and now it’s not uncommon to have up to five ads. *** I’ve discovered the more drugstore “cheater” eyeglasses that I have the more I can never find where they are. That could be because I never put them back where I found them.

That was a strict rule with my late husband, Bill, and all his kids and grands, still remember that rule, too.

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*** Bill must have been channeling me the other night before the storm when I pulled the SUV in the driveway. I pulled in close, but not so close that the mail carrier couldn’t have room to go around it. Another reason is so I could turn it on from my front door without getting out into the cold. And, it would run long enough for the defroster to clear the windshield.

The only problem with that plan was: that key fob would not start the defroster unless I’d turned it on before I turned the car off.

And, I didn’t. That’s just another day in the life of an old person who didn’t think, and whose one-car garage hasn’t had room for a fullsize vehicle in my 48 years of living in Hennessey, America