Better in French (it rhymes)! Essentially, Carpe Diem while you can. Might not be able to later.
I turned 64 a couple days ago, pretty quietly but MOST satisfactorily. Had drinks and snacks with 11 women friends, then made lobster tails and shrimp for dinner while watching the Survivor finale. It doesn't get much better than that!
Been reflecting tons on this Old Woman thing. Never thought I'd make it this long. While I know every day should feel like a gift, it does take an hour plus mornings for my body to buy into that hype.
I'm becoming more aware that there are SOME perks to being old. Time, for one. When young, life seemed so busy and rushed, not enough hours. So much to do, and a feeling of disquiet when I finally fell in bed at night. Never enough rest.
Well, I sure rest now. Can and do nap anytime I want. Turn down commitments with alacrity. Have become quite professional at saying No. Most days are a blank page when I get up, and most stay that way. I do NOT want to leave this world thinking "If only I'd worked harder, longer."
Along with age, simplicity's arrived. Minimal effort required when I do decide to go somewhere. And that's almost always food-related. Having acquired a haircut that looks the same when I get out of bed as it does after I "fix it", and comfy yoga pants with voluminous long tops, it takes very little time to add a bra, pop on a fresh Teva pad (leaky bladder) and grab my phone and car keys. Simplicity.
Pajamas. Last thought every night: Wonder if tomorrow can be a pajama day? I shoot for 4 PJ days a week. Today is not one, because we go eat at Panchos every Friday. My laundry basket is mostly pajamas.
I've become a bit starved for cerebral stimulation, learning new things. Not things to DO, horrors. Things to know, curiosity satisfied. Sometimes I log 8 hours or more daily just googling stuff. Yesterday I learned you really can't make an unbaked cheesecake without Cool Whip, AND the Salvation Army has made some positive efforts to dispel their anti-gay rhetoric. I also spend an hour daily flagging backyard breeder ads on Craigslist, probably futile I know. They repost within an hour. Just hoping if they decided they couldn't post free ads to sell these babies, they might actually spay their pets and find some other scam to make their crack money.
Having not blogged since May (!), a quick dirty recap:
Bought and furnished a decrepit mobile home in Minnesota near the kids to spend summers.
Craigslist and some yard sale finds to furnish it:
I turned 64 a couple days ago, pretty quietly but MOST satisfactorily. Had drinks and snacks with 11 women friends, then made lobster tails and shrimp for dinner while watching the Survivor finale. It doesn't get much better than that!
I'm becoming more aware that there are SOME perks to being old. Time, for one. When young, life seemed so busy and rushed, not enough hours. So much to do, and a feeling of disquiet when I finally fell in bed at night. Never enough rest.
Well, I sure rest now. Can and do nap anytime I want. Turn down commitments with alacrity. Have become quite professional at saying No. Most days are a blank page when I get up, and most stay that way. I do NOT want to leave this world thinking "If only I'd worked harder, longer."
Along with age, simplicity's arrived. Minimal effort required when I do decide to go somewhere. And that's almost always food-related. Having acquired a haircut that looks the same when I get out of bed as it does after I "fix it", and comfy yoga pants with voluminous long tops, it takes very little time to add a bra, pop on a fresh Teva pad (leaky bladder) and grab my phone and car keys. Simplicity.
Pajamas. Last thought every night: Wonder if tomorrow can be a pajama day? I shoot for 4 PJ days a week. Today is not one, because we go eat at Panchos every Friday. My laundry basket is mostly pajamas.
I've become a bit starved for cerebral stimulation, learning new things. Not things to DO, horrors. Things to know, curiosity satisfied. Sometimes I log 8 hours or more daily just googling stuff. Yesterday I learned you really can't make an unbaked cheesecake without Cool Whip, AND the Salvation Army has made some positive efforts to dispel their anti-gay rhetoric. I also spend an hour daily flagging backyard breeder ads on Craigslist, probably futile I know. They repost within an hour. Just hoping if they decided they couldn't post free ads to sell these babies, they might actually spay their pets and find some other scam to make their crack money.
Having not blogged since May (!), a quick dirty recap:
Bought and furnished a decrepit mobile home in Minnesota near the kids to spend summers.
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| Old mobile home |
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| Craft room with hide-a-bed for grandkids |
Watched all 7 seasons of The West Wing FOUR TIMES. And Sopranos once. (Had unlimited bandwidth in Minnesota).
Learned to make Cornish Pasties, a meat and veggie-filled pie in a crust.
Worked hard over the summer assembling my Halloween costume for the party here in Kino, which I won once. I was Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons from Game of Thrones. Sadly, most people here don't get HBO and haven't seen it, so nobody knew who I was parodying.
My assemblage and crafting hobby has slowed down, mostly because I can't unload them as easily any more because everyone already has one. Here are my newest ones.
Dragonfly: ceiling fan blades and bedpost.
Steer Skull
Old faucet handle flower
That last one seemed to resonate with lots of people on Pinterest, kinda went viral. I think I DO need to get back into the crafting thing, might keep me out of my computer chair more.
We had planned to drive up to Minnesota for the holidays, but shit happened, as it tends to with us. My husband has this thing where he gets dizzy and falls down. This time he landed on the point of his chin. Broke his jaw in several places, smashed his dentures to smithereens, broke 4 ribs, and blew out his eardrum. Had to have his jaw wired shut for 3 weeks, and dentures are still a few months away. The VA has never been able to work up the fainting thing, but since they transferred him to Banner University Hospital for this, we're now in THEIR system on the VA's dime, and they're re-admitting him this Monday for a 5 day complete evaluation. He'll be wired brain, heart, video, audio the whole time to try to witness what's going down when he goes down. He has one of these "spells" almost daily, no way will it not happen there in 5 days.
So looking forward to him getting fixed, our Christmas Eve party here where we steal each other's gifts, new dentures for Ron (although I think he's actually gained a few pounds drinking high-protein smoothies), and headed north to our summer place as soon as their ice and snow goes away.
