Flat on my back, legs up in the air, splayed as much as these two bratwurst shaped limbs of mine can be, feet reaching toward the fluorescent lights. I would have been less embarrassed had I fallen, but nope, this was intentional. I hate exercise. I know that’s a strong word, but really, I hate it. I’m not talking about walking or biking, dancing or swimming. Those I like. It’s when I find myself reaching, stretching, lunging, balancing, all in sync to some obscure playlist of workout songs, Continue Reading
A Middle Age Merry Christmas
“I’ve decided I’m not buying my grandchildren Christmas presents anymore,” my sister-in-law told me. “I’m just going to start passing down my things.” “Oh my Lord, you’ve become Grandma,” I declared, remembering my own grandma’s tradition, and my disappointment when I got an engraved serving spoon when I was 16. This began the long weekend, as four of us, all sexagenarians, gathered for the first time in three years. It was like a bad stand up act for 60+ year olds who hadn’t seen each Continue Reading
How Did Spinach Get Into My “Joy of Retirement” Guide?
Sometimes, I am as giddy as a seven year old, and I love it. Today was a perfect example as I discovered the spinach seeds I planted a week ago have now pushed through the earth. See what I mean? Don’t they usually conduct experiments in school like this when kids are about seven? I’m not even apologizing for my exuberant enthusiasm.I know, I know… my desires to dance a little and titter like a school child may have been a bit overboard, but for years, I’ve wanted a small vegetable garden. Time, Continue Reading
The Great Clothing Cleanse
It was a long time coming, and I wanted to postpone it for yet another year, but it was time. Last weekend was the Great Clothing Cleanse of 2015, you know, sort of like celebrities do before awards season. But this wasn’t about drinking a kale and carrot smoothie to lose weight; this was all about getting rid of clothes to gain space. This spring, instead of simply shuffling seasonal clothes and shoes from a basement storage area to my closet, switching them out, and then hauling the blacks and Continue Reading