Being Me

Being Me

Here I am at 60+ years of age (thank you, yes I know I don’t look a day over 55) and still trying to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up. It’s a big assumption that I will ever actually do that – grow up I mean. All indications point...
Maybe in Zero-G

Maybe in Zero-G

Tucked away in my draft folder is a clever and  extremely humorous post about shopping for incontinence products and the dazzling array of choices available. Actually, if it was all that clever and humorous it would already be published. Let’s just say it has...
There’s an App for That

There’s an App for That

Life has been busy lately and, between the rush and race of the daily duties and the mental burn out in the evening, I haven’t been able to string together enough thoughts to create a  sentence. This is just a brief stop to share a random idea. While I...
Happy Feet

Happy Feet

I love socks – crazy colors, mad stripes, mismatched patterns.  Wild socks make my feet happy.  In my bell bottomed youth it was a point of pride for me to be wearing the wildest socks I could find. In those bygone days light weight knee highs in psychedelic...
My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My skin doesn’t fit anymore.  It still does its job, which is to keep my innards in and the outside world out, but there’s a lot more slack in the sack than there used to be.  Other than surgery, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Things sag. Particularly my...