FYI
Lack of judgement comes from strong emotions: anger, fear, romantic love, and intoxication.
Archive for June, 2013
Alain Resnais Film
Having a bit of a conversation with someone about the Resnais film who wanted to know why he equates unhappiness with loneliness….my answer? Emotional twins. Any thoughts?
French Film
Name of Alain Resnais’s film is “You Ain’t Seen Nothin Yet.”…one of those films that requires attention and to read a little about what you are going to experience. As one review said,”totally ,meta, metaphorical, and metaphysical.”
French Film
Just experienced a new French film called You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet. A bit of dialogue that I found to be quite poignant…..”I’m not afraid to be unhappy, I’m afraid to be unhappy alone.” If you are planning to see film, pay very close attention….
Friends==Happiness
I am so grateful for my loving family and friends, and now new Facebook friends as well, because at 78, I have become highly allergic to shallow people. 100% all natural antihistamine? Gently letting go.
Celebrating
Finally finally, a reason to celebrate celibacy. After reading Michael Douglas’s startling confession, without a doubt, I’m home free!!!!!!!!!!!
explaining my blog
I became a very unwilling widow at 70…member of a club I never wanted to join..In the last eight years, I realized if Mother Nature were a woman, there would be so many more choices for women..A 70-year old man in NYC is this years Brad Pitt..a 70 year old woman is a drug on the market..Aging seems to work for men. not so much for women..How many 80 year old women have the choice of being with a younger man..Please tell me your stories. I was involved in women’s issues for over 50 years, volunteering with the police department on a crisis intervention team re: domestic violence and a rape support team at the local hospital, and manning a hotline called Women in Self Help. I am not an angry woman, by the way, but realistic in my fantasy world, the way life ought to be…Just adding that Mothernatureisaman…
View original post 48 more words
My Own Comment
I was wondering after reading my blog, what does being out there actually mean? Maybe outrageous activities like ski jumping, or joining a group, for seniors only. Taking trips, lessons re wine making, tasting, learning about everything gluten-free even though I have no issues there, pottery classes, how to fish in a humane manner, outward bound, beyond outward bound, flying lessons, bungee jumping, hanging out at a bar, club, Penn. Station, Grand Central, all the airports, joining any and every religious group, even though I am not religious, taking tours of every area in New York City and beyond, skeet shooting, cooking classes, and any how to do anything anywhere, and what I really want to do, a one woman show. I realized especially in New York, many women of all ages go to therapists to find out how to have a relationship, and then the rest seem to go to find out how to happily live alone for the rest of their lives. Not sure about all this. If anyone has ever said to a single woman, that you have to “get out there,” please give some suggestions where “out there” is.
“OUT THERE”
I have been a widow for almost 9 years. I did think I would find a second love of my life, but never realized how unrealistic and humorous that was, living in NYC. Not judging, just observing, a place where over 70-year-old men, are this years main attraction, and women of that age are a drug on the market. I would never waste time whining about my situation, because I was one of the lucky ones..Being in love with someone who loves you back, for me is sheer joy. I had a husband for almost 50 years, who was even beyond my description. Whatever is beyond wonderful, he was, and to be honest our marriage had some bumps along the road, but they smoothed out and the last 35 years were perfection. A romantic team going forward in life, but unfortunately cut short. I wanted to grow old together, I smile through pain, when I see older couples walking , holding hands. The chiffon covering my broken heart moves a bit and hurts, but I keep going forward. Everyone tells me “you have to get out there”, I actually thought I was. Enjoying jazz, Carnegie Hall, museums, galleries, theatre, films, and all the creative energy that nurtures my soul. Going to specified single events didn’t interest me, because then I would be going for the purpose of meeting someone, and that would never work for me. I met my husband at 17 and that was it. Searching has a bad vibe for me, except for my favorite all time Oscar-winning documentary Searching for Sugar Man……………I needed some material for the book I was writing with a co-author, and decided a chapter on internet dating needed to be researched. I went on in the beginning as a 99-year-old widow from New York. I wasn’t really interested in dating, just asking questions about widow/widowers. I would have dated if someone had a sense of humor that I wasn’t really 99. I put no hummers, hunters, or hairpieces please. From Alaska to Wyoming, men answered my emails, and I was so pleased to find out men grieved as much as women. I was a bit tainted, because in New Jersey, and not judging, but again just observing, most of the men gave themselves a month to four months top, and found new loves. Not so much the choices for the majority of widows, and especially when one had a romantic marriage, the grieving seemed intense. . I then went on the rest of them to find Mr. Wonderful and surprise surprise, didn’t happen. I went on with a sense of purpose, humor, and positive proactive feelings, but that didn’t matter at all. He wasn’t there. I wrote about some of the experiences, on the blog in March/April. A dear matchmaker friend from New Jersey fixed me up with a very nice guy. A bit boring, so I managed to do most of the talking and talked my way out. I was very nervous because he was the second date she fixed me up with. The first one wanted to marry me, which would have been difficult since I didn’t want to see him again, and the second one said I was a NO…The Millionaire Matchmaker would have been furious, because I asked him if he had a romantic marriage. Such a no-no on my part, but hey dating was foreign to me. To put it bluntly, I screwed up. So anyway, I think I am out there, but have decided to REALLY be out there, so if you see me on the street with a huge cardboard sign saying “I’M OUT THERE…………………………please say hi.
Metropolitan Diary New York Times…January 9th 2006
Dear Diary,
Armed with instructions from the dog trainer, I took my canine grandson Lucky, a 5 month old Havenese for a walk on Amsterdam Avenue. He was forever eating everything on the sidewalk, and the instructor had said to use only one phrase, once, very firmly and loudly. When the dog started to pick up some form of food, I loudly and firmly said, “Drop it.” At that moment, a well-dressed man in front of me was bending down to pick up a stray glove, which he immediately dropped and walked briskly away. Lucky proceeded to eat the garbage, but the command certainly worked on a stranger..
Lucky was running and playing with his wife Coco last week, and tore his ACL…having surgery Wed. am and wish our furry love a speedy and complete recovery. (all animal lovers can relate for sure.)
mother nature is a man and other observations.. 
Recent Comments