Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Hair

Kay, on her blog Musings, recently posted about shampoo.

I loved her first line:

        You know I'm having difficulty finding something to write about when I wander around the house staring at           things.

I had to laugh because I know that feeling all too well.

Her topic of shampoo got me thinking about hair because my hair was a fairly frequent topic of discussion during my winter in Florida.

Obviously, I don't spend a lot of time or money on my hair:



The guy that cuts my hair used to suggest "low lights" (whatever those are) but he has given up and now agrees I should just be grateful for a "healthy head of hair."

One woman with whom I walk the beach told me that my hair color does not suit me.  I should dye it red and then the two of us will go to the Senior Center to pick up men!!

Good grief!  I really do not see myself as a red head.  And quite frankly, if I want to pick up men, the Senior Center is not going to be my venue of choice.*

Other friends staged what felt like an intervention, telling me I would look years younger if I just colored my hair.

A.  I would not feel in any way good about having chemicals dumped on my head. No, just no.  

And
B.  I quite like my hair just the way it is.

I should probably mention that no one thinks twice about hair in Vermont, the hippie-dippy natural state.  You've all seen Bernie.


*Sorry to be ageist. But here is my take on dating at a certain age, all the same:


Growing old with someone 

is a mystical mirror.
Looking in, I  see you,  
as I see  myself,
the sinewy muscle,
fresh,  smooth skin,
and lush, full lips
ripe for kissing,
even as it fades, a hint
of boundless energy.

Oh how memory softens
sharp edges of reality, 
the good old days and
getting through the bad.
The brutal fact remains -- 
and sad to say --
we are not bottles of wine 
nestled in Chateau Margaux 
aging into perfection.

Don’t think I whine about 
Growing old...No.
I mourn the loss of
Shared memories, 
shared illusions preserving
that reflection of youth
Because frankly
men my age 
Are just so darn old.


March, 2017




Monday, May 22, 2017

Still Spring

It is still spring in Vermont although for two or three days last week we had a taste of summer with temperatures shooting up to high 80's.

Before I could snap a picture of the gorgeous pinkness of the crab apple tree in bloom, a cold front blew in and also blew all the petals off the tree.  My car, parked nearby, looked like it had been festooned with confetti.

The grass is green and the trees have that tender yellow-green cast of early leaves, but the sun wants to stay hidden.

Contrast the water views:

Spring in VT

Winter in FL

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I am frustrated with trying to post adequate photos.  These are from my old phone, obviously not an up to date iPhone.

I don't know whether to blame Google, Blogger, Apple's Photos or the Universe in general, but I cannot access "Photos" on my computer when I am working to post in Blogger.  Grr.  I just get the spinning thing.

Maybe it's me. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Stray Bits

I have had a busy time since getting back to Vermont.  I had dinner with my son on Wednesday night, dinner out with my friend Ginnie on Thursday, a long walk in the country with my friend Donna on Friday and I went to see my daughter and grandkids this past weekend.  I have fit in a couple yoga classes and other exercise.  I have been practicing my watercolor painting.  And Zen doodling.

In the evenings, I have been sitting wrapped in my favorite quilt next to the gas fireplace, sometimes watching television, sometimes reading.  I started a book I am enjoying very much -- A Man Called Ove.

I really have not liked the cold weather.  My bones actually ache.

It has warmed up today and tomorrow everyone will be complaining about the heat.  I have some container gardens to get started, but the warm weather is not supposed to last through next weekend.  I am planning to visit the garden center tomorrow though.

I have been staying away from Facebook and I do think my mental health has benefited from it.  Still, I don't want to have my head buried in the sand either.  I read the Washington Post and watch nightly news on PBS and sometimes ABC. It's like watching a train wreck -- painful but I can't pull my eyes away.  I haven't suffered from GERD since my retirement, but lately it is back in full force.

I guess I better go doodle some more.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Springtime in Vermont

My flight back to Vermont was pretty stress free.  I am happy to report that no one was dragged off the plane kicking and screaming.  No public arrests were made.

I have figured out that the airlines follow this rule: The less the time between landing and take-off for any transfer, the greater the distance between the two gates.  Theoretically, there was plenty of time, but unfortunately the plane from Sarasota had to sit on the tarmac for a very long time waiting for a clear path to the gate at the stop in Charlotte.  I made it as the next plane was boarding after a mad dash across the airport.

It was cold and rainy when I got to Vermont.  Supposed to be this way all week.  Of course my heat was at very low setting so it took a day and a half to warm everything up.  I was bundled up for my trip to the grocery store but everyone else was in shorts and maybe a long sleeved shirt.  50 degrees...people should not have to live like this! (But do I get any sympathy at all??)

It really looks like springtime though.  The grass is green.  Robins are hopping around in the yard.
Some flowers are in bloom. Trees and crabapple blossoms are budded out.


Monday, May 1, 2017

Night Life

I went out with friends on Saturday night to hear a band play at a bar in Sarasota. It has been a long long time since I did something like that.  The band was great, and, as I remembered from my younger days, even better during the second set. (Still unclear as to whether that is due to the band's or the audience's advancing lubrication.)

What was different for me was the number of cell phones in evidence.  I told you it had been a long time since I have been to a bar to see a band.) People were snapping pictures of the band with their phones and that was kind of cool.  The woman sitting at the table next to me was snapping selfies, lots of them.  I could see her posing this way and that and snapping away.  Good grief, we have become self-absorbed. (I am in danger of sounding like my father!)

I looked around to find that there were plenty of people swiping and texting away on there phone, eyes on the screens -- not the band, not the people they were with.  It took a lot of the fun out of people watching. (Like watching sheep eating grass.)
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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Vacation Time

Recently it got to the point where the most frequent communication to me on FaceBook was, "Just got another friend request from you.  Change your password, you've been hacked."  I know it happens, but three times in six weeks.  I simply have run out of ideas for passwords.

I closed my Facebook account.

And you know what?  It's nice to go out for a morning walk or a bike ride instead of being glued to the computer screen.

I am also running out of steam for blog posts.  So, time for a vacation.  I will check in on my reading list from time to time and maybe post on my Act 3 blog.

Perhaps I will start getting out more and find something worth blogging about here eventually.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Balance

I am always striving for balance in my life, but today I am talking about physical balance. I often read that many people start to have problems with balance, seemingly as a consequence of aging.  Falls and resulting injuries (like a broken hip) can have a detrimental effect on the quality of life and even sometimes are implicated in deaths due to injury.

I am in the demographic -- according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, over a third of those 65 years or over false act year.

Actually, I am well ahead of the curve.  I have been falling since I was two when I tumbled down the full flight of steep cellar steps and broke my nose.  When I was a little older my mother actually had me practice leading with my bum as I fell so I would not break an arm.  My mother had a dread fear of one of her children breaking an arm and she figured I was the most likely candidate.

I guess the early training worked as I have yet (knock wood) to break my arm.  I have bruised my bum though!

And I have taken some pretty spectacular falls, but I am not attributing any of them to age.  It's all about natural born clumsiness.  Still, I think it is a good idea that I take yoga and a balance Pilates class.


I have added mindful meditation to my routine as well.  I have not broken anything other than my nose, but I don't want to press my luck so I will do what I can.