It's been a while. I've missed writing. Life, as it does, got in the way. Scott had shoulder surgery. Nothing major. But it was enough to upset our normal routine. He's healing beautifully and right on time. We're thankful.
Isn't it crazy how a small change in routine can seem to mess everything up? We had been in a groove for a while. I liked it. On a perfect day, I would get up, make coffee, feed the dogs and go for a walk. I would shower and enjoy a leisurely cup of joe. Scott and I would discuss what our day had in store for us. And off we'd go. Into our routines.
And on a perfect day the traffic would be manageable. I would hear songs on that radio that make me happy. The trip to work would be uneventful and no longer than 25 minutes. I will find parking right on the street in front of the building I work at. And my day would begin.
Over the past couple of weeks I've been getting up at night with Scott. Man, interrupted sleep can sure make an impression on a person. I was almost a zombie at the end of the week. So today I returned to my normal routine after a night of uninterrupted sleep. I woke up refreshed. I made coffee, dogs were taken care of and I showered. Off to work I went. The radio did not disappoint. My drive time was 30 minutes. Not quite the usual, but close. It really is the small stuff that makes my day.
Little things make me happy. My qualifiers for a perfect day are small. That's true. I like it that way. It keeps things simple for me. And perfect. Almost perfect.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
I'm That Age
This past week was spring break at my house. I initially had made grand plans of simplifying my house. Like to the extreme. But then the time actually arrived. And I wanted to sleep. And eat. And read. Without pressure. So I did.
I wasn't completely lazy. I was middle-lazy. And that's not all I am. Apparently I'm middle-aged, too. Ok, so it's not like I didn't really know that 46 is in the mid range of my time on earth. But you know how it goes. You feel like you are in your mid twenties on the inside. That is until you go to the doctor and start answering questions. Honestly. A little trouble sleeping? Yes. Hot at night? Yes. And the list went on. I won't bore you with the details. Well Ann, you are about that age.
And my reflexes were checked. Excellent for a person my age. That pain in my knee? No, we won't fix it for a while. Maybe some arthritis. Come on. And then the good news. Now that I have reached the age that I am without incident, I don't have to have certain tests done every year.
So I left the office relieved and having some mixed feelings. I'm entering a new age for sure. Two days later I had the every six week appointment I need to cover the plethora of grays emerging from my scalp. And then the event that hit me square between the eyes. I walked into a fine department store to find the miracle moisturizer. The one that will give me sun protection and make me look 20 years younger.
When I walked up to the counter a saleswoman approached me. I said I need a moisturizer. She said to address the fine lines in the corners of my eyes? No, I said. Oh, something to take care of the dark circles under your eyes. Not exactly, I said. Man, kick a girl when she's down. And along came another saleslady. Who is now my new best friend. Mostly because she was kinder and gentler. She did indeed find me the miracle moisturizer that will address all of my issues. And included in the package was some concealer. And we all have things to conceal. Especially me with my dark circles.
Tomorrow I go back to work. Rested? Check. Medically cleared? Check. Hair appropriately colored? Check. And wrinkles and dark circles diminishing? Check. At least I hope so. And if not, what do you expect? I am that age.
I wasn't completely lazy. I was middle-lazy. And that's not all I am. Apparently I'm middle-aged, too. Ok, so it's not like I didn't really know that 46 is in the mid range of my time on earth. But you know how it goes. You feel like you are in your mid twenties on the inside. That is until you go to the doctor and start answering questions. Honestly. A little trouble sleeping? Yes. Hot at night? Yes. And the list went on. I won't bore you with the details. Well Ann, you are about that age.
And my reflexes were checked. Excellent for a person my age. That pain in my knee? No, we won't fix it for a while. Maybe some arthritis. Come on. And then the good news. Now that I have reached the age that I am without incident, I don't have to have certain tests done every year.
So I left the office relieved and having some mixed feelings. I'm entering a new age for sure. Two days later I had the every six week appointment I need to cover the plethora of grays emerging from my scalp. And then the event that hit me square between the eyes. I walked into a fine department store to find the miracle moisturizer. The one that will give me sun protection and make me look 20 years younger.
When I walked up to the counter a saleswoman approached me. I said I need a moisturizer. She said to address the fine lines in the corners of my eyes? No, I said. Oh, something to take care of the dark circles under your eyes. Not exactly, I said. Man, kick a girl when she's down. And along came another saleslady. Who is now my new best friend. Mostly because she was kinder and gentler. She did indeed find me the miracle moisturizer that will address all of my issues. And included in the package was some concealer. And we all have things to conceal. Especially me with my dark circles.
Tomorrow I go back to work. Rested? Check. Medically cleared? Check. Hair appropriately colored? Check. And wrinkles and dark circles diminishing? Check. At least I hope so. And if not, what do you expect? I am that age.
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