Thursday, May 29, 2014


Ever notice how your mind wanders when you’re under gas at the dentist?

While having my teeth cleaned today I had a wonderful idea for a blog post while under the effects of laughing gas. Problem is that now, hours later, I can't for the life of me remember what it was. It's gone, floating out there somewhere in the land of lost thoughts.

 I blame it on the nitrous oxide, not my advanced years. Yeah, that’s my story and I'm sticking to it.

Sunday, May 18, 2014



By Jen Reinmuth:
As little girls, we are goddesses; we stand atop jungle gyms and climb trees believing we are indestructible and glorious and powerful. Then, inexplicably, that goddess slowly dies. Confidence is replaced by shame and self-loathing and we no longer see our bodies as instruments of greatness but as things to be punished and whittled away.

I had a whole post written about new phases in life, adventure, senior citizen tours and wobbly bits fluttering in the breeze. However, Blogger ate it and only let the above quote survive; I don't fee like rewriting it so.............

Saturday, May 17, 2014


This is it, the end of life as I know it.
I've worked all my life but starting Monday morning I'll be out of a job. Compulsory retirement. Used abused and tossed away like a snotty Kleenex. 35 years invested in a career and suddenly I'm unemployed (along with hundreds of other mill employees). I understand about business but that doesn't help, especially when our plant made more profit than any other in our sector last year.
I could go back to school but after getting a 2 year degree I'll be 60-61 and who wants to hire an old woman? Plus I was interested in computer programming/security and I've been informed in no uncertain terms that "it's a young person's field".
I have no social life outside of work. All my friends are married and their husbands consider a single woman a threat.
I don't date, haven't in years. Most of the men my age aren't interested in women my age.
I won't have money to travel like I dreamed in my retirement fantasies.
Enough bitching; time to put on my big girl panties and get on with it. Donna says that I can join her in a life of leisure and poverty. Guess that's my new life plan….