Does it really make any difference what time you go to bed or get up in the morning/afternoon? I live alone during this “time of the masks.” It makes no difference, except to wake up!!!! My daughter in law after 1pm, had my resident manager check on me. He was relieved to find me alive, and I was relieved to be wearing sweats…No need to have anyone check if I’m breathing. I’m watching television shows I would rarely watch if not for isolation and crazy times. Two essentials. Mindless and not political. Takes my mind off reality. so bring on 90 Day Fiancé, Married At First Sight, Love Is Blind…….Well you get my point. Also new routine. Text my daughter in law when I’m up.
I don’t binge on food or alcohol, but for sure, addicted to getting away from reality to watch “reality” shows. Staying up until the wee hours and enjoying every minute……with ABSOLUTELY no guilt. Yes, there are good books to read and music to listen. Don’t feel like it At least I’m motivated to do my exercise routine everyday and desk cycle every night for one hour. That’s about it. Clean my apartment and outside occasionally. Face Time with family and friends. Oh, and I remember to eat. Pescatarian so it’s easy.
Saying sane and positive even though I rarely if ever see my family who live the other side of town.
It is what it is, and is what it isn’t, Sleep well ALL………… BE WELL…….
Michelle Obama feeling a little depressed. I think we all have a feeling of sadness for what was once our lives. Continue to feel grateful for all I have . Sadly as a friend said” our old age is being stolen from us.” Still can’t whine because hopefully we have years ahead of us. I fear between now and November, there will be ugly times. Frightening words and deeds. I live with sameness not really being with family or going out. When I do go out with my mask and see others with masks, I’m in the Twilight Zone. No one has lived like this, so it’s our emotional tools that get us through the days.
My go to mindless tv, is 90 Day Fiancé . Love the foolishness and feel no guilt enjoying to the Max.
Sorry to repeat, but isolating is repeating every day and night trying!!!!…I do have a new routine that I love.Desk Cycle. Every night for one hour pedaling to nowhere watching tv.. Not going to give grateful list, but it’s there. I’m trying so hard to be strong and hopeful. Wish I had loads of bread recipes to share. I don’t have one, nor do I care. If anyone interested in the healthiest oatmeal recipe, please ask . I would feel motivated and useful to share.
We will get through this. We have no choice.
Wish you all good health. Physical and emotional. A virtual hug in there too. I really miss hugs!!!
I remember very clearly. I was a child. Probably under 10. I was visiting in Florida with my Papa. Over 70 years ago. We were boarding a bus. We were treated with harsh words by the bus driver . He told my grandfather to sit in the back. I was going with him, and the driver said “no” you sit in the front. I did what he said. My Papa was born in Palestine, now Jerusalem. He looked like Anwar Sadat’s twin. His skin was dark. His sense of humor intact. He wasn’t upset. I remember the experience with sadness . Although segregation no longer exists, hatred is flourishing.
what the catapillar calls the end the rest of the world calls a butterfly – Google Search
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You became an integral part of my life when I needed you the most.
I became a widow. Grief followed me. Constant shadow .
….and then you arrived. Lucky Buster. My canine grandson. You gave love and kisses from day one.
A few more weeks and you would have lived to be 14. A warrior fighter cancer twice.
You died when I was at the beach in North Carolina with 15 Virginia family and friends. You were in the hospital with Mommy and Danielle . They saw you lift your head up, as if to say goodbye as you left for The Rainbow Bridge🌈. They kissed you.
You gave unconditional love. Unlimited kisses whenever I asked .
It was my good fortune to take care of you whenever your family went away.I loved our times together. Walking in Central Park and chatting on a bench. Always time for kissing and snuggling.
The last time I stayed with you was our last time together. 10 wonderful days, even though you were on 9 medications. You weren’t in pain. Just fighting, and you were frisky too.
But, you knew it was our last time.
There was never a time you didn’t kiss me. I held you and said to kiss me if you would be there in August.
You wouldn’t kiss me.
Lucky forever missed , forever loved. Gama
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened .” Anatole French
Forever loved. When I’m able to think of him with love, not pain and tears, I will write him a goodbye letter. His loving energy will be with me forever . Have fun Lucky playing Over The 🌈Bridge
I just watched the beautiful tribute Nothing Left Unsaid: Gloria Vanderbilt and Anderson Cooper.
Poignant Moving Sad
I would like to share a story
about the lovely and elegant Gloria Vanderbilt.
I’m a perfume lover. Always seeking the perfect scent.
Over 50 years ago I was at the theater with my husband. A beautiful woman swept by, and she left a trail of a delicious scent. Her back was to me and I walked up and touched her on her shoulder.
”May I ask your scent”, I said.
“Oh of course she said sweetly. It’s Tuberose by Mary Chess. And you get a huge bottle for $7.50” as she held her hands facing each other wide apart, showing the size of the bottle. “So inexpensive”, she smiled.
…….and that was my 25 second meeting with beautiful Gloria Vanderbilt who died recently.
Mary Chess Tuberose, I wore for many years until it was discontinued.
Gloria Vanderbilt will live on forever in Anderson Coopers heart and soul💐✨
I read that “if you’re over 60 and wake up with nothing hurting, you’re dead.” (unknown.)
Seems there’s some truth here.
I’ve been practicing Hatha Yoga for over 40 years, and consider myself flexible. Physically and emotionally. But, I’ve noticed getting in and out of Lyft (car sharing service) in the city, there seems to be too much noise coming from me in the way of grunts. No matter how lady like, still a grunt.
I decided while I was in Virginia to try to curb the noises. Not using a car service here, but still in and out of my sister in laws car, (and may I add, not a huge van.)…….I’m still grunting. Also in and out of chairs.
I made a conscious effort to stop. I surely don’t need the additional focus on age related sounds. That’s another post all together and may I add that “denial is a wonderful thing.” said by Kitty Carlisle many years ago, and timeless.
So far so good. I am quite disciplined and this is another way of practicing.
The new me….sans the grunts. Silence is really golden.
I would like to sincerely thank all new followers. I appreciate your support.
My BFF is the same age I am. Actually she’s older……by a month. We have known each other since we were five. We deliberately don’t dwell on our number. Why would we? What we do is relish the energy and venues of NYC. But, every now and then we talk about “it”……….and then quickly change the subject.
In golf terms, “we’re on the back nine.” A lot can happen finishing up a round of golf. You can win on the 18th.
There are quotes that hit the emotional mark about age. “A woman who tells her age will tell anything.” Oscar Wilde. I BTW tell my age..
Rosemary Harris when asked if she was really 90 by Glenn Close said, “I’m 91. My last decade–it’s almost frightening because you push it away. But it’s there hovering, all the time.” At the moment she’s on Broadway performing in My Fair Lady, so obviously she’s pushing.
I hope physically and emotionally to keep pushing.
“How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?” Satchel Paige
It’s that time of year…..so everyone reading this….I wish you Happy Holidays and the good health to enjoy!!!!! May 2019 be fulfilling and joyful.