Category Archives: Aging
Scarfing Through The Years
Yeah, there’s another definition of scarfing, and I’ve certainly done my share of that through the years too. But this is about literal scarfing. My First Scarf: Back when I was dancing to Annette Funicello records, I had a little Annette scarf tied around my neck. I felt awkward with this scarf. It didn’t serve …
It’s My Party……………………… And I’ll Photoshop If I Want To
Today’s my birthday. The day I have to change my “About” page. Since I started my blog in July, it has read “I’m sixty” – but today it says “I’m sixty-one.” I guess I need to change my blog photo too. I’ve been proud of that photo. I took it exactly one year ago. I …
Passing The Torch
So as soon as I proclaimed that Zumba was the most delightful exercise in the world – I seem to have thrown out my back at the very next class. I had gone to bed a tiny bit sore, and woke up immobile. For the next three days I inched my way from the bed …
Riding In The Car With Daddy
When I was a kid, my father liked to take us all for a ride in the car. Gas was cheap then. We’d drive up to the airport and watch the planes take off. That was exciting in the fifties. None of us thought we would ever get in one. Sometimes we’d go out after …
My New Career
I love television. When I write about TV though, I mostly write about the old shows: The Mickey Mouse Club, Ed Sullivan, The Mod Squad. I’ve pretty much stayed away from today’s shows – mostly because I could never do them justice the way Speaker7 over at RamblingsandRumblings does. But I watched a show on …
How Funky Winkerbean Changed My Life
First, let me assure you that not all of my Life Philosophies are derived from the Sunday comics. That being said, I admit that Funky Winkerbean changed my life. Do you remember hapless Les back in the 70s? (By the way, I’ve never really understood the word ‘hapless’–why does poor Les have no hap?) Anyway, …
The Best Book I Ever Read
We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends with a girl …
Again With Boots
If I appear slightly obsessed with boots… well…I guess I can live with that. But it’s not my fault. Boots just keep tromping into my life. To recap (yeah, that’s another post; everything converges), I bought these great boots, although I had to get them two sizes too big in order to zip them up …
Now Let’s Recap
It’s been a few weeks since I last marveled (a sweet word for it, huh?) at the differences between my husband and me. As a kid, my husband did not watch a lot of TV. Not that he didn’t watch any – “Hopalong Cassidy” was his favorite show. He sported cowboy attire on a regular …
Youth Yearning
There are at least 25 reasons I wouldn’t be 25 again. I’ll write about it someday… In fact, I’ll write about it several times, since I think I can squeeze at least five blogs out of the misery of youth, using an average of five bullet points per post. But there are definitely a few …
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