Alan’s near demise

I’ve finally cured myself of my tendency to over-think everything. While I’ve had plenty male experiences to keep my mind occupied in the last few months, one thing I haven’t done is go down any rabbit holes of what-could-be and what-if.

It’s rather refreshing, frankly.

With Alan, while there were some things that concerned me about our potential compatibility, I decided to just let things play out. And play out, they have. Continue reading

Broken and high.

I broke my ankle in a completely undramatic way. Thought it was sprained but nope. Also, it needs surgery to fix it. So I’m in a hospital and have been for a couple of nights now. High on painkillers and unable to eat or drink.

Good times. All the time to write and none of the mental acuity to do so.

At least I still know what acuity means.

There’s something going around.

Several years ago, when I was still married, my Mom told me she was concerned I didn’t have a close-knit group of women in my life whom I could count on to be there for me no matter what.

Of course I argued with her, saying I had a couple of close friends who fell into that category.

But of course, there was real truth to her observation. One of my goals since becoming single was to build back up the friend relationships I had let go during my marriage, and build new connections as well. Freed from the restrictions of a judgey spouse who didn’t want to “take new friend applications” (yes, he said that), I could meet new people I like and invite them for dinner. I could spend quality time with existing friends and deepen or connection.

I’m rather proud of myself for doing just that.  Continue reading

sex and the elderly

I took a shower and went up to Bill | My Grandmother’s sex life

My grandmother tracked everything. Who needs an app to track when you have sex? She certainly didn’t.

Unfortunately, my Grandmother died when I was only 17. She was 77, a few years older than my Mother is today. Complaining of fatigue for months, her family doctor prescribed more and more medication. By the time she was hospitalized, her cancer was inoperable and she had mere months to live.

But this post isn’t about the failure of her doctor or her death; it’s about her sex life. Continue reading

I have whiskers.

Do you remember my lovely-then-momentarily-embarrassing story about The Comedian? Well, go back and read it.

Yeah. That.

I’m ONLY 42. Why has my body decided I need to have a chin hair? What good does this do?

Well, earlier this week I spotted another hair – who am I kidding, it would more realistically and less kindly be called a whisker – coming out of my cheek. Continue reading

What not to do when you are planning to break up with someone (Part One)

With apologies to Rodgers & Hammerstein, sing with me: “how do you solve a problem like To-ny“…

While he had been even more silent than usual after coming back from his vacation, Tony agreed to come with me to a concert on Thursday night. We had a little bit of text communications and a phone call leading up to Thursday night.

I have been very sad this week. Although not because of anything new, or any one incident, it felt like suddenly all the things I’ve been dealing with had managed to come to the surface. Any discussion about work, Tony, or dealing with Will and Liam, had me on the verge of tears. Sometimes, I cried. Hard. It was not pretty. Continue reading

Sidebar: A sure fire way to know who your friends are??

…have surgery.

See who reaches out to you and who doesn’t (of those who know, of course).

Just like dating, I guess, in these situations you discover where you rank with your friends. Or you discover maybe people you thought cared about you, aren’t really friends at all. At least not the kind who are there for you when you need them.

This applies to real-life and blogging friends, as it turns out.

So thank you from the bottom of my heart to all my friends who have reached out to me. You have a special place in my heart. Assuming all goes well, I will be back to y’all late this afternoon.