|Sunday, August 6th, 2006|
12:39p - On the Joys of Aging
Anyone who has NOT looked at my profile and done some elementary math might not be aware of the fact that I'm 60... Somewhat reluctantly.
But my FAMILY is well aware of it, and today seems as if that's what the familial emails are celebrating. First came this, entitled, "Do You Know Her?"
Ah, YES, she's a frequent visitor here, too... 1
Then, this one entitled "HEARTTHROB" came, with the claim to be true... so if I scoped it out, I'm sure it would be apocryphal... but delicious, anyway, so I won't let THAT stop me!
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited. One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut (which lj thinks ought to be spelled either dough nut, dough-nut, which both look quite odd to me, so I won't change it...) and coffee. The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded graciously and the star-struck woman smiled demurely.
"Pull yourself together!" she chided herself silently. "You're a happily married woman with three children; you're forty-five years old, not a teenager!"
The clerk filled her order, and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction. When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change - but her other hand was empty.
"Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store?" she mumbled to herself.
Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. But no ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.
His face broking into his familiar warm, friendly grin, he said, "You put it in your purse."
(Reminds me of the "panties" story! I can easily visualize it. Just too funny for words. My family is frequently like that...)
1 Sorry, friends, if you saw that before I got the link up and running! I forgot it initially... Sort of appropriate, right? [Or rather, "That crazy old woman played with my computer, posting this before I was done with it!"]
(It only took me 30 minutes to get the anchors working so that clicking on the footnote above brought you to the bottom, and clicking on the number took you back to the spot in the post where you'd left off... Great programmer here! I'm sure someone would want to pay ME by the hour for that job!)
["She's Not There" lyrics]
current mood: amused
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7:45p - Two Weeks Left
And WHAT did I do with my summer vacation? I set the goal of finishing my first novel. It needed some more proofreading and a couple of new chapters... So, how did it fare?
Well, as you would read a novel, I began at the beginning. (Not at first. I tried to jump into it about where I'd left off with the heavy lifting, but needed continuity to be sure things weren't being tipped too soon, or repeated too often...)
So, the part that is the BEST WORKED OVER is now better worked over. I love the way that stuff reads. But I didn't get into the troublesome areas while I had leisure to concentrate on them.
Oh, I have great excuses, but they just make me look/feel indecisive and defensive. I'd set a goal of dumping one trash sack of sorted paper a day, doing at least one folder of book work (accounting) a day, and one chapter. Since I have 75 chapters or so, it would turn into a race toward the end. Oh, and I scheduled two college classes in there, as well, with papers and research needed. Of course, on the first one, which was only two days, I did as much r and w as was required for the week long one. He accepted it, even though he had to spend more time reading it than he'd expected to have to invest. I wrote it with the same philosophy that I use in my journal. It ought to be INTERESTING in and of itself... Knowing the teacher, I knew he values the mental exchange.
As I look at the recently unburned stack by the front door, I'm not sure that I DIDN'T reach the goal of a sack a day... the problem is, I EXPECTED a cleaned up living room, or at least ONE SPOT of a cleaned up living room, but all that's happened is that I've maintained the level, eradicating nothing!
Well, in all honesty, that's not exactly true, either. I DID finally pull out of my funk caused by losing those two fillies June 2 and 3. But it took MONTHS. And, since last Thursday, Debut was out in the hayfield with all the mares except the placebo I gave him to keep him happy, I have five hard in heat mares to worry about for NEXT summer... (and, I still owe several hundreds of the vet bill from the last two, instead of just the board bill for the four house cats for a week while I was gone, which was not even ON the last bill I got, although it had happened.)
And, yes, the book parts I got to are very satisfying. BUT, I wanted to be able to start submitting it places (and collect some real-life rejections?) :-(
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9:23p - Sunset Unease
I ought to be HAPPY. When I went out to fill the water trough, it was NOT empty. And I would be, but for the fact that last time that happened, it was because the herd was out in the hayfield... And here, I'd spent the whole day feeling happy thinking that we'd probably gotten enough to make the water flow in the creek, which would be their first choice for drinking... So, I felt GUILTY instead, even though I know they well know how to get my attention if they really want it.
Debut and Crem were not in sight, either.
But I ought to be happy -- I actually felt a few drops of rain on my arms as I went out to turn it on. When I went back to shut the faucet off, the boards on the porch were damp. When I threw out cat food for the wild ones, they scattered, as again tiny drops fell... I'm working on the theory that something is better than nothing in the waterworks department.
But at dawn tomorrow, I'll be popping out to see if the herd is at the gate for a drink...
IF they should be, I will be approaching CAREFULLY. The last time I went up, at sunset, another smaller (female?) skunk was coming from the pond area down toward the trailer. I don't know if she lives up there habitually, or was just going to the closest ready source of water... or coming down to see if the feeder (the front porch) was empty. But I DO know that dawn and sunset are wild animal drinking times.
As I think back on it, I'm not sure who was more surprised by the meeting. She gave way, so I went on to let the horses in, which would have intimidated her, I'm sure, as they came through the gate on the fly, 19 strong... (Debut was with the mares and geldings, so only Crem and Omyno were where they belonged...)
There are so many places on the farm that the herd can wander to legitimately and be out of sight (unless one happens to be in a low-flying plane...)
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