It’s cold here in Florida. Of course, that’s relative. Florida is where us Northeasterners come to escape winter. A real winter….like sub freezing temps and snow and ice storms. Here, we just have 60 degree days. Occasionally, we get close to freezing nights where people put sheets over their plants. Buff Honey and I are tough….we’ve never even turned on the heater.
Last January, we had a ton of 80 degree days…we were the envy of our friends up north. So much so that they decided to come down and spend January here. Unfortunately, not too many beach days this year.
But, so what?! We can still party, right?! Five couples happy to shake those winter blues, sitting around noshing, drinking, and sharing our stories on aging. Seriously, doesn’t that sound fun?
Does anyone sleep together anymore? Sleep patterns are all askew. One has to go to bed at 9 to read and fall asleep. The other has to stay up ’til God knows when and then can’t sleep. Some have to have white noise. Others can’t stand it. Some have to fall asleep in front of the TV.
Most everyone has some form of sleep apnea….not kidding here. Most go through the nightmare of going to sleep centers where they put 50 wires on your head and then tell you to fall asleep. Right.
Who could wear those sleep apparatuses anyway? I know I could never sleep with that thing on….I’d be fighting claustrophobia all night long. Sleep? Not on your life. The choice is feeling suffocated or dying in the middle of the night. I’ll take Plan B. Just the way I want to go….in my sleep.
And, then, there’s my mother who can drink a cup of black coffee, crawl into bed and be snoring in 30 seconds. Do I have to wait to my 80s to get back to real sleep?
When the ‘girls’ get together, it’s all about our sagging boobs, chin wattle, unsightly necks, crepey skin. My personal issue is with my hair. I used to be one of the hairiest women I knew. Tons of hair on my arms…at least, it was blond. I had to shave my legs and underarms almost daily. The hair on my head was so thick, it would take four hours to dry.
Now, I’m constantly patting the sides of head…what happened to all that hair? I guess an upside is that it’s curlier and takes almost no time to air dry. Rarely do I have to shave. In fact, I don’t think I have any hair on the back of my legs.
Sometimes I wonder if I had cancer again and had to get chemo, would my hair ever return? I guess that’s a minor question relative to surviving the disease. Just get a good wig.
I ponder what my life lessons are supposed to be and I know one of them is vanity. I also know I haven’t mastered that lesson yet. It’s just a fact. I don’t judge myself…another life lesson. I’m not a saint.
I go back and forth about cosmetic surgery. I say, if you will feel better about yourself, then just do it. But, then, I think….can’t you feel fine about yourself without altering your appearance? That’s rather hypocritical coming from me as I’ve already had my eyes done and I am very satisfied with the results.
This time of the year, all kinds of articles are being written about staying committed to those New Year goals, especially when it comes to health and wellness. Change your lifestyle…stick with it….promise yourself a big prize!
AHA!!! A big prize?! Like a facelift??!! I like it!
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