GOOD COMPANY

I was watching an interview with Warren Buffet on television, and I am always interested in what he has to say.   The one fact that he revealed that made me happy was that he still uses a flip phone.  He could buy Apple and get any phone he wanted.  But, no, he sticks with the flip phone.

Me, too.  I purchased an iphone, brought it home and couldn’t even figure out how to charge it’s batteries.  It felt like an intruder in my home, and I couldn’t wait to return it to Verizon.  Which I did the next day.

I thought I was smart, but the phone is apparently smarter.  Anyway, hardly anybody calls me, and when I am out I like being out-of-touch.  My daughter knows how to reach me and that’s all I care about.

I figured out how to text(however awkward,) and can even take photos on my old reliable flip.  I do feel embarrassed that I don’t own a smart phone, but I am afraid to try again.  When I travel, I hide my flip and rarely use it.  Phones have taken all the fun out of flying  or traveling by train.  No spontaneous conversations, just everyone being territorial with their electronics.  I miss the old(like me) days.

Another thing I have in common with Buffet is that we both own Coca-Cola (KO) stock and like it a lot.  When I was ten years old, my dad gave me some money to invest and I chose Coke.  This turned out to be a good move, even today.

So, if you see my trying to hide my flip phone while talking on it, just remember that I am in good company.

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HOW MANY APPLES EQUAL ONE COOKIE?

Tonight I was eating dinner in front of the television, as usual.  I had prepared a fairly healthy meal of roasted brusells sprouts and baked chicken.  Yummy?  Not even close.  I have never really liked “real” food, and could live on sugary sweets and peanut butter.

But I feel guilty about my sweet indulgences, and so I try to eat foods that may even be good for me.  But something clicked for me tonight.  Mid-sprout, I realized that I hated the little green vegetables(petit chous in French for little cabbages,) and that the chicken was tough and tasteless.  Enough of this forced regimen, I decided.

So I went to the freezer and pulled out a partly-eaten quart of low-fat ice cream and softened it in the microwave for a few seconds.  With my frozen treat in a bowl, I added uncooked cookie dough(I know it is supposed to be dangerous,) but I am older now and make my own decisions.  To top off my confection(concoction) I spooned on a spoonful of Hershey’s cocoa and a packet of artificial sweetener.  Now this was good eating.

I thoroughly enjoyed my treat and without a scintila of guilt.  It is time for me(and anyone else who is ready) to enjoy myself.  I was a skinny athlete when young, and now I am a rounded late-life lady.  And I am much happier.

So, when I think I should eat an apple, and end up eating the cookie, anyway, I will attempt to remember that I am the boss of my own life, and skip the fruit.

Good news.  Starbucks is now giving out coupons giving the customer two of the big cookies after a purchase of one-heavenly.

Bon Appetit!

 

EARLIER THAN THE WORM

A strange thing happened as I recovered from my most recent depression-I stopped sleeping.  I am not tired in the evening, and regardless of what time I turn out my light, I wake up by 3 AM.  It’s really weird being awake when the world(or at least my part of it) is pitch dark, eerily quiet, and I am wide awake.

My doctor asked me if I was tired during the day, and I responded that as long as I was not an airline pilot, I thought I was alert enough to lead my little life.  Last night I listened to the Astros/Dodgers game, and didn’t even attempt sleep until 11:30 PM.

Still, when I woke up and looked at the lighted dial on the watch I keep on my nightstand, the hands showed close to 3 AM.  I am not tired when I awaken so early, but I am hungry.  So I ate some cookies I baked yesterday, a packet of nuts, and made weak decaf.

The problem is that I have nothing to do in the early-morning hours.  Television is unappealing, and I lack the concentration to read.  So, I listen to the radio.  Since I was a young girl, I have always liked to do that.  At sunset(which is ever earlier these days,) the signals change and I can tune in to stations across the country on my transistor.  I listen to talk of snow in Canada, traffic in New York City, and talk on my favorite out-of-town station-WBZ in Boston.  I don’t have to leave home to travel.

I was always a “morning person,” but not this early.  The whole days passes with my circadian rhythm all messed up.  I am ready for lunch at 11:00 AM, and often eat dinner at 4:30.  Fortunately, I live alone so no one else is inconvenienced.

But maybe if someone shared my bed, they would give me a reason to sleep longer.

 

 

 

 

 

FANTASYLAND

I have been single for about thirty years now.  That is a long time to be alone.  Now that I am feeling better, I decided to try online dating.  Nothing ventured…….

I joined two sites and the results have been interesting.  I don’t even know who I am really talking(writing) to.  Already scammed twice, but no money lost.  Anyway, I am corresponding with several men and I am having fun.

As an introvert, loner, I am not that comfortable with closeness and emotional intimacy.  I sometimes(often) just want to be home alone eating chocolate-chip cookies.  Online “dating” provides the illusion of having a connection with several men without risking anything.  I don’t even have to be dressed well to “meet” with them.  And I even learned how to text-talk about impersonal distance.

But

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FANTASYLAND

I have been single for about thirty years now.  That is a long time to be alone.  Now that I am feeling better, I decided to try online dating.  Nothing ventured…….

I joined two sites and the results have been interesting.  I don’t even know who I am really talking(writing) to.  Already scammed twice, but no money lost.  Anyway, I am corresponding with several men and I am having fun.

As an introvert, loner, I am not that comfortable with closeness and emotional intimacy.  I sometimes(often) just want to be home alone eating chocolate-chip cookies.  Online “dating” provides the illusion of having a connection with several men without risking anything.  I don’t even have to be dressed well to “meet” with them.  And I even learned how to text-talk about impersonal distance.

But

UNADORNED

When I  was a teenager, I begged my mother to let me get my ears pierced.  She denied my pleadings and said “nice girls” don’t have pierced ears or chew gum in public.  Wow, have things changed.  But it was the 1950’s and I listened and obeyed her admonitions, and stayed with my ears untouched.

I spent my first year of college in New York City haunting the jewelry stores in Greenwich Village looking for earrings that looked pierced but were, in fact, matronly clip-ons.  Needless to say, my grades were not stellar that year.  And I am not certain why I acted as if I still needed her permission when I married after my sophomore year.  But it was the mid-1960’s and rebellion was just beginning to emerge.

The year I turned thirty, I decided the time was right for ear-piercing.  I arranged to go to the doctor(no mall…

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UNADORNED

When I  was a teenager, I begged my mother to let me get my ears pierced.  She denied my pleadings and said “nice girls” don’t have pierced ears or chew gum in public.  Wow, have things changed.  But it was the 1950’s and I listened and obeyed her admonitions, and stayed with my ears untouched.

I spent my first year of college in New York City haunting the jewelry stores in Greenwich Village looking for earrings that looked pierced but were, in fact, matronly clip-ons.  Needless to say, my grades were not stellar that year.  And I am not certain why I acted as if I still needed her permission when I married after my sophomore year.  But it was the mid-1960’s and rebellion was just beginning to emerge.

The year I turned thirty, I decided the time was right for ear-piercing.  I arranged to go to the doctor(no mall piercings for me,) with a friend and when the date arrived she backed out.  I went anyway and when he shot through my ears with the piercing gun, I almost threw up.  Another good reason for gun control.

Well, he inserted the non-allergic gold earrings and I was finally a grownup in my own eyes.  I looked at women everywhere, or more accurately I looked at their ears.  I bought more studs, dangles, a few gem circles and loved inserting the new purchases each day.

But a funny(not funny at the time,) thing happened and I was depressed for a long time recently.  During that period, I wore no jewelry, barely brushed my hair, dressed poorly and didn’t care.  If you have ever been depressed, you get my point.

Thanks to G-d and good medical care, I have emerged from my despair and feel much better.  The holes in my ears closed up from lack of use, and I decided not to have them repierced(not a real word.)  I don’t want to feel like a Christmas tree with ornaments hanging off my body.  No offense to anyone who wears, loves and looks great in earrings.  I just like the natural look right now.