It’s a grey day, and as I drink my tea while watching the gold finches and chickadees flit to and from the bird feeder, I know I have no reason to feel the way I do. But the feeling is there, and I have struggled with it all week. The heavy, sad, bottom-of-the-well feeling that … Continue reading Trying To Pull Up My Socks
You may be a cartoon character if... ...You have been known to goofily send objects, often stemware, flying across the room with an over animated swish of your hand. ...You watch TV with Cruella de Vil hair while twisting and yanking your chin hairs and looking like an evil mastermind. ...You have two exclamation marks engraved between … Continue reading You May Be A Cartoon Character If…
There have been many hobbies in my life over the years. Several new ones since retirement. Several old ones dropped when they were no longer enjoyable. Like sewing, something I had done since I was a teenager, but something that had begun to feel like a chore. God I hate sewing. And then there is … Continue reading Hoping To Learn A New Trick
Last year around this time, I wrote a blog about discovering my addiction. It wasn't to wine or coffee or drugs or binge watching Netflix or even checking my blog stats. My addiction was, to my surprise, jigsaw puzzles. The reason I called it an addiction was because I would continue to work on them … Continue reading Addiction Update
Previously in the realm of after 60 bitchiness, The Bitch was on a tirade about technology and obsolescence. Specifically the fact that WordPress no longer communicated well with her computer and so she was trying to format blog posts on her iPad. Her laptop, which was dated, was still working fine and housed all her … Continue reading A Keyboard, A Mouse, And A Couple Of Puzzle Boxes
WordPress doesn't like my computer any more, and that kind of ticks me off. In actuality, it is probably my browser that it doesn't like, but that doesn't tick me off any less. It all started a couple of months ago when I logged in to WordPress and tried to create a new post. I … Continue reading Officially Obsolete
Once upon a time... (actually it was the winter of 2002) The Bitch received a phone call from a relative who complained and complained about the weather to the point that the bitch rolled her eyes and tried to preoccupy herself with other things while the relative continued to whine. She no sooner hung up … Continue reading A Winter Story Of A Winter Story
Remember the kid in class that you didn't want to have on your team for the spelling bee? Well I was that kid. I was also the kid that you didn't want to have on any sports teams, but that is a whole other story. I can't spell. Never could. I absolutely hated the spelling … Continue reading Spelling Bees And Piano Keys
If you're not familiar with Pavlov's dogs, let me offer a little history. In simple terms Ivan Pavlov was a Russian Scientist who ended up discovering and studying the process of learning known as classical conditioning. He realized that dogs that normally salivate when food was present learned to salivate when an unrelated stimulus was … Continue reading Pavlov’s Dog Of Bladder Control
The Birthday Bitch has a reputation for being cranky and unappreciative. This has less to do with growing older than it does with sleep depravation. It doesn't matter whether it is her birthday or not, The Birthday Bitch is not someone you want to be around if she is lacking sleep. Certain relatives, morning people, … Continue reading The Birthday Bitch
Why jazz? you ask. Because it is the music that moves me. It is the music that makes my body want to sway, my knees want to bounce and my feet want to tap. It is emotional, sexy and free and I have loved it for a long time. Long before I knew what jazz … Continue reading Dreams Of Being A Jazz Pianist
I don’t consider myself old. Sure there are parts of my body that feel old, some parts that feel older than others; but in general I do not consider myself old. As a matter of fact, I am not even officially a senior yet because that designation doesn’t hit for another two years, two months … Continue reading Embracing My Pseudo Senior Status
