I remember sitting with my Grandma – many, many, many years ago – and marveling at her upper arms. They would wave and jiggle when she lifted her arm. As a child, I found this most interesting. Never did I believe that this would one day be my upper arm! Hera gud! (Not sure of the spelling of this but it was my Swedish Gram’s expression of horror, dismay, disapproval, loosely translated to “My god!” Well, Hera gud, my arms…
Every morning I stumble out of bed with great resolve. Today is the day I will –— Clean the refrigerator. Clean off my desk and file the piles of paper overflowing onto the floor. Organize the laundry room. Take the recycles down to the trash room. Clean my bathroom top to bottom. Get groceries. Conduct a paper drive to eliminate all the magazines, newspapers, etc. collecting untouched. And the list goes on – and on. My typical routine – I’ve…
While I’ve always been a Positive PollyAnna, lately I’ve found an Attitude Adjustment has been necessary. Today is not one of those days. Even without the aid of Rose, a favorite new friend, I’m filled with gratitude and excitement for my current situation. I’m blessed to live in a sunny, tropical world where I can take walks and burn calories swatting at the mosquitos, gnats and no-seeums while side-stepping around the snakes and poison toads who also love this sunny…
First, I want to say I am a strong supporter of the CDC guidelines for isolation, social distancing, quarantines, masks, gloves, and uber hand washing. While I’m making myself crazy with home projects, home cooking and Hallmark movies – even those with a Christmas theme, I’m comfortable with takeout from favorite restaurants and online shopping. I’m grateful that places such as grocery stores, pharmacies, hardware stores, gas stations, banks and liquor stores qualify as “Essential Services.” But then I have…
I am proof positive that you can teach an old dog new tricks! Almost a month has passed since I began my new Corona Time Quarantine Lifestyle (CTQL). That means six weeks have passed since my Cleaning Genie snapped her fingers and magically made my condo glisten and gleam. It’s amazing to me how grimy a place can get in six weeks! Other than grass clippings and twigs the dogs bring in after each walk, and dust blowing in through…
Bob Dylan knew it in 1964, and it’s still true 56 years later. Life as we lived it December 31, 2019, has dramatically changed forever. For good and for less than good. Priorities have changed. Friends and family are more important than ever. Or, at least we recognize the importance of those we love and turn to for support, for laughs, for connection. Face Time helps but it will never replace the love felt when holding that new grandbaby in…
We may never know the truth of Brett Kavanaugh as a teenage boy. However, the Kavanaugh hearings have created a turning point in history empowering women not only to say “No,” but to report the sexual assailants who refused to acknowledge “No.” Families are having open discussions with young daughters reinforcing the rule of “No” and the importance of reporting sexual assault regardless of the situation or the assailant. What I haven’t heard yet are the critical family discussions with…
Newton said it and the facts of life continue to prove it. “What goes up – Must come down.” That’s fine if you’re a child tossing a ball in the air. It’s not so good when you’re a Woman of a Certain Age looking in the mirror. The oh-so-cruel forces of gravity have taken over my once-young and taut body parts. I first noticed that gravity was dragging my butt closer to my thighs. (This should be a frightening foreboding…
I can’t believe it’s been two years since I first created 58 and Holding. The good news is – I’m still 58 and Holding… The bad news is – my body doesn’t agree with my fantasy. More about that on another day. In the last two years, I’ve closed my business (traumatic) and held an estate sale to eliminate all my treasures (even more traumatic), attempted to sell the house holding the aforementioned estate sale (didn’t happen), and established my…
Hello to all my gal pals, my beautiful, strong friends who are “women of a certain age.” It’s been years since we burned our bras and broke through glass ceilings. We knew we could do and be whatever we wanted. “I am Woman, hear me roar,” was our theme song thanks to Helen Reddy. If I have to, I can do anything I am strong I am invincible I am woman We still believe in and follow our mantra, and…