B26

It is now official.  I play bingo, therefore I am old-gulp!  Yes, I go to the senior(not high school) center and along with about twenty other oldsters  to play bingo on Wednesday mornings.

I find that I am somewhat competitive, unhappy when someone at my table gets a bingo and I don’t.  We play for petty cash to keep it interesting.  Generally, a fun way to spend an hour.  But the games continue for one and one-half hours, and I get bored and leave after sixty minutes.

Getting older is a strange journey.  When I turned 70, I became depressed and convinced that my life was over, or at least meaningless.  That despair lasted almost two years.  But I am feeling better now, and even enjoying my little life.

I am more open to social gatherings, but will always crave time alone-just not too much.  I talk to, instead of avoiding, my neighbors and am even making some upgrades to my condo.  For now, life is good.

And on Sunday, I am traveling to New Orleans.  Than you G-d.

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MARRIED(?) MEN

Yesterday morning I was attending a discussion group about current events, which I frequent weekly.  It is one of the only places I go to regularly that has more men in it than women.  Nice change.

Anyway, I arrived early(as usual) and began talking to several of the men.  Many are retired federal employees and lawyers.  So, this one man was quite attentive to me, asked me questions and even admired photos of my grandchildren.  Still single after all these years, I thought he  liked me and perhaps we would get together another time.

Throughout the discussion(sexual harassment, racial inequality, etc.) we whispered back and forth and commented on what people were saying.

He was not wearing a wedding ring.  So here I go fantasizing about our future, and assuming he was single.  Towards the end of the discussion, I rummaged around in my purse looking for my “business” card with all my contact information.

Now, I am not shy and am not destroyed by rejection.When the meeting ended, I asked if he was married He answered “yes,”but that he was allergic to gold What in the world does that mean?  I didn’t give him my card. I do have some boundaries. We continued chatting following the group.

We each departed and went our own ways.  I don’t feel embarrassed that I asked about his marital status.  You never know who might be a good prospect.

What is a single woman supposed to do? Hey, guys, how about wearing wedding rings like most women do?  It would help a lot.

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.

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