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06/08/2014: "Age and Life Today"

Looking in the mirror, I see the truth and try not to make that throaty hmf sound. Getting older. It's tough to accept at times, yet there it is. AGAIN, that throaty hmf sound. Incredulous belief or laughing at myself. Maybe acknowledging what it is. Shaking my head as I lower my head and make the slight laughing sound at myself. I am owning up to it finally.

Not only is it creeping in like the slow death it represents - mind you, not in the bad sense of slow death... if there is a good side to it... Maybe I should re-think that thought, but no. I think it's what getting older is. And yes, it's not a bad thing. Just a hmf, there it is kind of thing. I do so amuse myself with my realizations. The body gets a little plumper - never fat, just plump. Or as I say, more curvaceous maybe in the wrong places, but curvaceous regardless. Heh. Some of it good, some of it... well now. There it is. And goodness, the things I thought nothing of doing takes a bit of effort. Yes, yes, the weight doesn't help, I know, but it's more than that. I actually hurt at times or hurt myself. Herniated disc (or is that disk?) for one. And aches - oh my. Bring it on! More oil, more... what? Exercise? Are you kidding me? Does running around in a hidden game count? No? I laugh at myself and with myself.

It's just a little more difficult to fit in the things I so loved to do. Gaming, writing, visiting... Cleaning house? Never on the list. Anyone that knows me, knows that fact. I am NOT a servant of the home. Sure, I do the little bit I need to, but never the truly Suzie Home-maker / Better Crocker kind of thing. And when I say "little bit", it is exactly what it is. Until things make me bonkers, it doesn't get picked up or cleaned up. How messy can one person be? You may now laugh your ass off. I am the epitome of laziness. Wait, I mean Procrastinator! (I actually had to go look at the refrigerator magnet because I forgot the word!!! Age, I swear!)

Of course, I do have help in being messy. One of my sons still lives with me. And unfortunately, he has my traits when it comes to the home. Sad for the one he ever marries or lives with... WAIT! That's ME! Another realization! I, of course, am still laughing. At myself and at what I know.

If anyone remembers the dust monster story I told, let me tell you this. I don't see dust-monsters any more. First, we have wall to wall carpeting. I'm thinking this isn't a good thing for me for obvious reasons and then of course, having two, no wait... three cats. Carpets tend to hide them. I think they go down under and I don't mean to Australia. Oh wait, I don't mean the cats there, I meant the dust monsters. I want to rip up the wall-to-wall, but I actually like it with bare feet. With and without cat fur (everything tastes better with cat fur in it is on my coffee mug. Scary eh?) and hidden dust monsters. Oh well. Oh, the point of that, is that I'm not naming them. I think they're flattened out so I can't distinguish them as dust bunnies or dust monsters or... A thought occurred to me that I might not have wall-to-wall carpeting.... (Stop panicking, I DO have wall-to-wall - I'm being silly in how my thoughts go on these wild trips)

Okay, let me clear up that wall-to-wall and flooring. I moved about four years ago. I never had wall to wall carpet until I moved here. Linoleum, tile, hardwood... in the old house, I did have dust bunnies that evolved to dust monsters. Sold the house, moved to a condo as I couldn't keep up the grounds, never mind the so-called housework. From a two family, fifteen rooms to a... four room place? Two bedroom, two bathrooms (OH DO I SO LOVE HAVING MORE THAN ONE BATHROOM!!!), an acutal kitchen, not a galley, and this long living room slash dining room - which is just in general, the living area slash office. Except I don't do office work here. Just play on my computer, ya know?

So where is this all going?

Once again, I've gone off on a story with nothing to say except I'm getting older and I'm seeing it as well as recognizing it's the culprit of my anti-everything. Naps are fun... well, really, they're nice, not fun. I don't do fun. Heh. Except in my writings when I get around to doing them.

And this time - I'm sharing with not only my 'peeps' of family, but those here on the fantasy side of my life. Just so they have a glimpse of who I am and run away screaming because they always thought something different of me and the horrible truth is: I am average and normal. Okay, not. But I am not as they thought. I think.

I'll save that thought for another time.

Good Blessings and Good Day!