Friday, April 27, 2007

IT'S TERRIBLE... and I'M CRANKY!

Okay, so it's not all that terrible. And I am not really all that cranky... but there are those days when nothing I do seems to come out quite the way I had envisioned it when I started...

The forgetfulness is a source of unrivaled embarrassment and that is terrible. I don't like being embarrassed, never have...

For years, I have been teasing and picking on my friend Barb who is notoriously late for anything and everything. Her typical arrival time is about 15 minutes late but she has been known to make me wait more than an hour. Now we have been friends for a long time and I am used to it. I am relatively easy going and never ever go anywhere without a good book so waiting is moot. Frankly, I usually relish the reading time.

But something unacceptable has begun to happen. I have begun to be late. Now this does not sit well with me. I am notoriously on time. It's who I am and how my friends count on me to be.

Lately, for some unknown reason, I have begun to have trouble organizing my time.

And by the way, where do all the words go? Since this whole menopause business started, I have lost my abliity to speak a full sentence without forgetting a key word. It's like my vocabulary chip is, uh... chipped.

I think I will section this blog into uh... sections (??? See what I mean?):



WONDERFUL DAY
GOOD DAY
BAD DAY
REALLY SHITTY Wondering-why-was-I-born DAY
TOTALLY ZONED DAY



Today is a good day and I would like to address some of the wonderful things about entering a certain age...

Like...

It's wonderful that I no longer feel I have something to prove.

It's wonderful that I no longer worry about how to please all of the people all of the time.

It's wonderful that I can write to my heart's content... or not.

It's wonderful that my clothes all fit.

It's wonderful that I have the most wonderful husband in the world.

It's wonderful that I am getting to see my children grow up and am experiencing great pride pride at having been a part of who they are. I like them. They are nice people. Good hearts - all different, all the same. I see their father in them... and me, yes... sometimes I see a bit of me.

*The cancer is making itself known today, but it's not bad. I can certainly handle it. The chemo - ugh. That's a different story. More on that another day. Not today. Today is good!


Except for the facial hair. THAT'S DEFINITELY GOTTA GO!

Wax on, Wax off!
CM

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