Thursday, July 19, 2007

Questions

Is it SIxty-Plus, or is it Me? Or does Sixty-Plus added to Me result in a catalytic, combination of apocalyptic proportion?

Is it residual hormones that make the emotional ride even more wrenching than pre-menopausal trips?

Are the night sweats left over from menopause, or a turn to second childhood? And if I'm sleeping like a toddler why am I awake so frequently at night? Besides the multitude of bathroom visits, that is.

Is my ornery attitude because of maturity refusing to bow to duty any longer, or a revisit to the rebellious teens?

Is that protesting voice I hear in my head as I watch television wisdom speaking to the young, or fussy old age refusing to admit the new?

Choosing between the ripe and the rotten of a Sixty-Plus attitude is a stroll in the proverbial mine field.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

The Man That I Married


Approaching elderhood it is good to know that I am wedded to a being more than half a bubble off plum!

"OctoChris"