Friday, March 27, 2015

Open House

Okay, now that we've dissected the joy of  sex and aging, on to the next adventure.

As you may have noticed I haven't mentioned a roommate in a while.

The little doctor left in December and since then the right person has not presented themselves.

This is unusual. But I didn't fret. I am a lover of solitude, especially in the dark, cold months.

But I am also a lover of money in my savings account and that is shrinking more rapidly than I would like.

Many of my friends use Airbnb when they travel so last night I decided to give hosting a try.

I set up an account this morning and imagine my surprise when I got my first booking hours later. For tonight. Whaat?

Imagine the guest's surprise when Lucy joins him in bed to sit at the window scoping out the activity on the street.

I did stress must love cats. And I posted a picture with Lucy sitting on the very bed he will be sleeping in. But everyone is not a connoisseur of details.....

Oh dear god, I just got a message from him, he expects to be here in 30 minutes.

Well, the bed is made, the cats are fed and in fine fettle. the house is clean and flowers and plants abound.

Wish me luck. The guests write reviews of their stay.

I hope the moniker "crazy cat lady" remains a hashtag on Instagram and not an internet comment about my house.

But let's face it....does he look like he cares one whit about his reputation?

Didn't think so.

PS. the first guest has arrived. Smart, polite and seems slightly amazed that I have cats!?!

What did I tell you.


Monday, March 23, 2015

Further Thoughts On Using It Or Losing It


Ladies, thank you for your candor, your helpful suggestions, for your willingness to discuss this in a public forum.

I learned, I laughed and I listened.

Kathe, from Annapolis, had an experience that sent me to Physical Therapy today with questions, the first one, could they crank up the music, since there were people on tables to my left and my right, the second was are there people in our area practicing Pelvic Floor PT.  I was rewarded with two big yeses.

She also told me when her class was asked who would be interested in training further in this area, she was the only one who raised her hand.

I said I though this was a field that could use more practitioners.  There are million of baby boomers who are NOT going to go gently into that good night.

I'll get some suggestions from my PT soon but in the meantime I have found a group at Virginia Hospital Center here in Arlington.

I'm gonna check it out. Though I am not having sex now, when and if the occasion rises, I want to be able to engage wholeheartedly, knowing I will be both present and pain free.

Guess this is what we call taking one for the team.

Cause none of us want to have "atrophied vagina" stamped on our permanent record.

Am I right?



xo J

PS. I've noticed how much easier it is to blog when I'm writing from the heart. Thanks for being so receptive.



Friday, March 20, 2015

The Womans Room


Well I guess the price you pay for living social is you have no time for blogging.

But tonight is mine own and here I am, sitting at the computer, hoping I'm not going to write about what is on my mind.

But if I don't I might as well go take a bath.

So, if you're male or under what, 50, 55 years of age, you might as well walk on by.
( I don't know why I put those ages down. I went into menopause at 47) All women, of any age, keep reading.

Let's talk about sex baby.

And the aging process.

Shudder.

I've been a proponent of Prempro for some years now. It helps me sleep, takes away the crazies and the hot flashes.

Last year my gyno suggested I start taking it every other night. Fair enough.

Two weeks ago my doctor suggested every third night. This is when the wacky made a return appearance. Waking up to find I had stripped off my tshirt in the middle of the night.Rushing to the pharmacy to buy acne cream because suddenly my face is breaking out. Piling on sweaters at work because I have chills. Extreme exhaustion forcing me to lay down and try not to nap at odd hours of the day. 6:00PM nap? I don't think so. But I want one.

And sex? Been there, tried that. Ow.Ow. Ow.

Really? Men have Viagra and we have what, HRT, but not forever?

I have checked in with my girlfriends of certain ages, most happily married, happily having affairs, or both and they're like yeah, hurts.  Get a prescription. One that probably your insurance won't cover or not too much of.

And my BFF wants to know why everyone says sex is so much better post menopausal.

So tell me, is there something we're missing?

Or are you thinking, wow, she's lost it now. Better go back to every other night.

I don't know if there is a whole world of blogging where this is discussed. If so, send me over.

If not, why not?


 Anonymity could be your friend here, if you want to be heard but not seen.....just saying.



Sunday, March 8, 2015

Spring Ahead!


Since I've been MIA for so long I thought I'd download pictures from my camera and write about whatever images I had captured.

And, dear God, they're all pictures of our last snow. Like we haven't seen enough of this already.

And though it may look like an April day to our friends in Boston, this is Virginia folks, the south, sub tropical climate.

We were house bound from Wednesday night till Friday at noon when the roads were cleared enough we could fishtail our way to work.It sleeted, it snowed and then, to my surprise, it snowed some more.


Apparently all the cats and I did was wander from window to window desperately seeking spring.

Which to me means flowers and to them means birds, birds, birds!
 
No matter where we looked we were surrounded by snow.
 
Spirits were low.
 

But then came today, Sunday. We may have lost an hour but we gained the  sun, blue skies, birds chirping, snow melting goodness.
 
I got to wear a pair of sneakers, off with the boots for the day. I didn't have to layer, I wore jeans without leggings underneath. One shirt, one sweater, a down vest. No scarf, no hat, no gloves. I felt positively naked.

I think the last time I could walk around the yard was February 8th, the Sunday before Valentines Day.
 
Gus roamed the hood for hours, he came in so muddy and covered with bits of I know not what I rushed to cover up the new slipcovers. But no worry, he raced his filthy, furry body to my bed where he proceeded to clean himself with great deliberation finally sinking into a satisfying sleep.
 
So, the first bed is now mulched for the spring. Too bad I have to sleep in it.

The first stirring of spring is a great thing. 

Maybe I wouldn't appreciate it as much if I didn't have the miserable winter to go through first.

But I'd be willing to give it a shot.....

xo J



Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Spoke Too Soon


One of our favorite phrases at the flower shop is: no good deed goes unpunished.

The truth of that was brought to my attention immediately after writing my last post.

The DC area experienced its coldest day on record.

And then a couple more.

At some point the wind was so strong it tore the recently installed trellis  off my back deck.

The shop was closed one day for snow and then closed early on Saturday in the midst of a little blizzard.

Though Sunday was lovely, in a sunny, melty, wear your wellies to the gym kind of way.

Are these are just the ramblings of a woman with cabin fever or is this my fault?

In between  shoveling, well I shoveled once, usually my neighborhood husbands do it for me, I've been shopping in my attic.

I found a bird cage, a beautiful blanket and books.  I bought an old plate from my boss today for 5.00.

The colder it gets, the more I need to feather my nest.
And flower it too.


My computer is now misbehaving so I'm going to hit post and see if my apology can reach you all before total world apocalypse.

If you get this send me a message. Let me know all is forgiven and what you're doing to get through the winter that only just started.

xo J












Wednesday, February 18, 2015

A Hundred Million Miracles Are Happening Every Day





It occurred to me tonight that it won't always be like this.


The snow will melt, our grass will grow fast and furious.

We'll come home, kick off our shoes and slip into our flip flops.




We'll pour something cold to drink and wander our gardens,

pulling a weed here, smelling a leaf or a blossom there.

We'll be complaining about how short the spring was and  how early the heat came.

,

 We'll eat freshly picked salad greens,

juicy strawberries and plant our dahlia bulbs.

Maybe this will be the year we make a peach pie.

It's coming. I promise.

 I heard it thru the grapevine.

Don't cha know.



Monday, February 16, 2015

I Am He As You Are Me As We Are All Together


Apparently I don't have an original thought in my head these days. I am a blog creature.

After working out I went grocery shopping with my gym partner.

She tends to buy what I buy, so we arrived at the check out counter each purchasing a head of cauliflower, sweet potatoes, sauerkraut, cava cava oranges and avocados among other items.

Our shopping had been punctuated with verbal recipes for these items, roasting of cauliflower, sweet potatoes, carrots, ingredients for and additions to a grain bowl, and a simple but satisfying braised sauerkraut using chicken sausage instead of pork.I told her roast cauliflower is as addictive as potato chips. Yes I said that.

When I came home I made a lunch of avocado toast topped with a quick pickled red onion flavored with clementine peel I conveniently have in the refrigerator and ate it while I looked at my copy of Bohemian Modern by Emily Henson that had just arrived in the mail.

This morning I finished reading The Girl On The Train someone on Instagram had recommended and the new book in my queue is The Sweet Life In Paris by Davis Lebovitz and of course I have his new cookbook My Paris Kitchen on a bookshelf.

What have you people done to me?

 So after I water my house plants, maybe whip up a macrame holder for one of them, vacuum my appropriately tatty Oriental rugs, I'm going to curl up on the couch, prop my head up with a kilm pillow purchased on Etsy, cover up with a Bolivian blanket ( actual gift from Bolivia) and watch the snow fall.
 

I still eat gluten though. So there.