Invisible at Breakfast

I went to breakfast this morning with eight others.  While we were talking, and eating, I felt my necklace slithering down around my neck and heading to my lap. As it slowly slithered, I said, “Oh, no!  I think I’m losing my necklace.”  No one responded.  They kept on talking to each other.  No one looked at me.  I caught the tail of my slithering necklace, and was thankful that it happened in a place where I noticed it falling and I did not lose it.

This necklace was given to me by a dear neighbor, Florence.  She chose it for me when she was in the Dominican Republic.  It’s a simple, one strand, and closes with a clasp that screws together.  I like it especially because it’s a gift from Florence.

I put the necklace around my neck again and got the clasp together securely, and adjusted it so that the beads were in the front and the clasp was in the back, –and no one noticed that I was doing these things.  I’m often invisible.  I don’t mind.  Often I prefer to be invisible.  Sometimes I count on being invisible.  Being invisible has its benefits.

But when I most need to be invisible, that’s when everyone notices!  Odd, how that works!

About NJ

I love to write! I realized in 9th grade that I really enjoyed writing. Every two weeks we had assigned topics that we were to use to write an essay. I liked writing the essays. I'm a mom and a grandma. None of my family live nearby, but they visit when they are able to come. I've been a pastor's wife and a grade school teacher. Now I'm retired and enjoying visiting others, and indulging myself in my hobbies, --writing and art activities. I'm very thankful for the blessings in life.
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2 Responses to Invisible at Breakfast

  1. Judy Miller says:

    The older I become, the more invisible I feel. 🙁

  2. NJ says:

    Maybe that’s it, Judy. I am classified as “elderly” now. It’s usually okay, but at times I wish people would know I’m there.

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