I’m still not sure of what blog etiquette is. Should I be revealing more about myself or less? I’ve read a few other blogs, but they mostly make me feel as though what I’m doing is really lame. Yeah, my womenfolk have positive things to say. But then again, they aren’t likely to say to me ” I love you but don’t quit your day job.” So then I sit and think the entire thing over, give myself a headache and wander off.
‘bye for now.
Here, in the east coast tri-state area, fall is arriving. I love this time of year. It cools off and the trees begin to show color. Even though our two children are in their 20’s and 30’s, September still triggers that “go out and buy notebooks” urge. Autumn has always seemed to me a time of new beginnings. The calendar has its four season’s as does life. For me, Spring is childhood, summer (young) adulthood, fall is “full” adulthood, and winter is when we reach total maturity. Each stage has it’s joys and lessons. So hang on and try to make the most of where ever life has you at this moment.
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Is there anyone out there who can tell me why only one of the 4 season’s has 2 names? As in Autumn/Fall?
For many of us the day comes around age 40. We wake up one day, look in the mirror and there it is: our face. Busy doing all sorts of things we never saw before. Is that an age spot? A wrinkle? Who moved my eyelids and cut half the length of my lashes?
Of course, it doesn’t really happen overnight, but it often seems that way. Some of us pay exorbitant amounts of money on facial products. Some people have “procedures”. Some do both, and I may someday. But for now I simply don’t put my glasses on before taking a look at myself first thing in the morning.
As I’ve gotten older I have gotten a bit less self conscious about appearing foolish. A recent example of this was the last time I stayed in a hotel. I was on an elevator with a couple in their 60’s, three teenagers, a young couple, and a guy with a brief case. As soon as we started down, this noise began. It was breathy and mechanical sounding and all I could think of is “I am your father, Luke.” I couldn’t hold in the giggles, and had to say something. “Is it just me, or does that sound exactly like Darth Vader?” Everyone started laughing except the guy with the brief case. My guess is that he’d had a fight with his wife or his undies were a tad too small.
Just got off the phone with my baby sister. We were commiserating with each other’s ailments. I gave her the “poor babies” and she sent them back at me. A satisfying exchange. One of those things that women folk find easy to offer, and men folk can’t figure out the necessity for. ‘Bye for now, and enjoy your weekend………
September 11, 2001. If anyone out there has wondered why I haven’t made reference to the day it is because the wounds are still so fresh and painful. So many hearts were broken on that day.
As I sit here it seems as though any words I could string together could never adequately express the depth of sorrow that I and so many others still feel. May we all find peace one day.
The older I get, it seems the less I understand life. It seems unfair somehow. By now, in my 50’s, I thought I’d have things pretty well figured out. In my circle of womenfolk we often discuss this. We aren’t half as smart as we thought we were when in our teens. You get older and life throws some curves balls. Before you know it, you hear your Mom’s words coming out of your own mouth. You know, the one’s you particularly hated to have to hear. Somewhere in the great beyond, I hear my Mother laughing.
Speaking of curve balls. Am I the only one who feels this way? I mean, has no sense of competition? It’s always some sort of sport season. They all involve balls, whether large or small. Golf balls, basket balls, bocce balls, footballs, whatever. Don’t get me wrong, whatever sport the kids were involved in, I was there on the side lines cheering them on. But the sad truth is, I don’t care where the ball goes, or how it gets there.
FUN WITH HEARING LOSS TIDBIT:
“Big drug bust in Brooklyn, involving both plain clothed detectives and unicorns” Unicorns, of course being UNIFORMS.
Where have all the grownups gone? There was a whole group of them when I was young. Our parents, of course. Aunts and Uncles, friends’ parents, the next door neighbors and our teachers. As the years speed past we come to realize that WE are the grownups. One by one we see the older generation pass away: and with them we lose a piece of ourselves and our own history.
While keeping the above in mind, think of your own circle of the older generation. Is there any one of them we’ve become estranged from? There are some compelling reasons to sever relations. Sexual abuse is one, but barring something that soul destroying, is there a good enough reason to break from a loved one? Envision how you would feel tomorrow if the person was suddenly gone. Would being “right” be enough to carry you through, or would you forever carry the guilt of not trying to heal the break? Think about it.
More Doctor stuff. This time it’s the Dr. for whom one “assumes the position”. Joy and happiness. ALERT, ALERT To the younger of the women folk. If I’m your Mother, Aunt or big sister you might want to skip the following.
There you sit on the end of the table on the damn crinkly paper. You’re also wearing crinkly paper. Any moment the door will be opened by a cheerful gentleman. He looks happy to see me and he’s very pleasant. As for me, I’d rather be undergoing a tax audit, and tell him that. He finds me amusing, but I am far from amused. Some years ago I tried a female gyno. It wasn’t any better. Call me crazy but a stranger of whatever sex who inserts fingers into one of my body orifices is not going to be popular. I did what I needed to do and got the hell out of Dodge.
You folks probably have heard the description “sandwich generation”. People in their 40’s, 50’s and even 60’s who are still dealing with their children both young and college age. Parents at this point may be unwell or less able to care for themselves For others they end up caring for their grandchildren while their children are working — or perhaps not even in the picture. So many of us are looking for strategies to manage our time better. The juggling act often involves partners, and trying to keep a relationship viable.
That being said, I have no answers! I bet you thought that perhaps I had some insight which could be helpful. Nope, for that you need Dr. Phil. All you out there, (and myself) need to realize none of us are super women. All we can do is the best we can. Vent with your woman folk. You can try it with your partner, but keep in mind that men are great “fixers”. When we are looking for “poor babies” and comfort, they want to tell us what to do to fix the situation. This can sometimes lead us to wine or dark chocolate. Are we having fun yet??
