WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR JANUARY 2022

southernmom3 · January 2022

grandmallie. I remember my youngest child not wanting to latch. Tell her to try different positions to hold the child and in time it will come naturally. They can sense our frustration too. Praying that he latches for her soon.

pipcd34 · January 2022

Exermom- vanilla

Auntiebk- I am not sure, it came as a cake packet that included everything. Sure it was dog friendly to eat

1948CWB · January 2022

Allie ~ I know I am old and out of touch, but, why do you refer to Carmine as them/they?

Eileen ~ What is a rice mask?

KJ ~ It will be interesting to find out what a winter garden consist of after seeing the snow pics.

Barbara ~ I love the photos of the ocean and rocks. It looks so much different from what I grew up with on the Atlantic side of the US.

Sitters: My dad lived in the local community hospital for two years (he helped it be built when he was chairman of the county commissioners in our community). He had hired sitters 24/7 as he was blind and immobile. I am sure that was all paid for out of his own pockets.

It continues to be unusually cold here and will continue next week. I would contribute all these changing weathers to climate control, but, then I remember the age of the dinosaurs that led to the ice age. Leaves you wondering! Maybe it's the plan we are not to know.

Carol in GA

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okiewoman510 · January 2022

My Dad had a sitter provided by the hospital when he had bypass surgery a decade ago. It gave me time to go have a shower and nap each day. I didn’t know it existed either until they offered.

Okie in the TX Hill Country

pipcd34 · January 2022

coffeerose55 · January 2022

Hi Barbie
Mine is CONSISTENCY.
CoffeeRose Las Vegas

grandmallie · January 2022

Carol- that is the correct pronoun you use now with someone that is doing the gender neutral or transgender thing

Katla49 · January 2022

Kim – I am happy for your Improved health care situation. Yay!!! I love the photo of Levi. What a handsome pooch.

Allie – Miles is a good name for your grandson. Congrtulations!!!

Dr. Katie – Sending good thoughts for your father. Choosing you and your mom as his allowed visitors makes sense to me. I hope all goes well.

Heather – I love the photo of the person watching the sea. It is wonderful.

Barbara - I love the photos you post of the beach. They are all beautiful!

We have a chilly & foggy morning. I am happy to be inside, warm, and comfortable.

Katla in NW Oregon

cityjaneLondon · January 2022

Kim - Love your friend Levi.

DH managed to pick up a copy of the Sunday People from the Co-op on his walk. Not available very locally.

The magazine is large, called

Sunday! My story is equally enormous! Will post from my phone. Here is the text.

Red Sky At Night

He wanted someone who was the same as him.
Not a carbon copy, that went without saying, but he wanted someone who shared his values at the very least and with his values, his preferences.
Nowadays he liked a quiet life. He liked order. Taste. Punctuality. Table manners essential. He liked things to stay where he had put them when he had arranged them “just so”, (his mother’s words), and yet . . .
He wanted not to be alone.
Of course, there were people like him out there. Just occasionally he would pass such a one on a sunny day’s promenade by the sea, each noting how uncomfortable the other was in their summer clothes. But they never spoke.
These fellow beings were so different from the summer crowds, with their hands always occupied with plastic glasses of lager, cigarettes, a Mr Whippy, a soggy packet of chips, or a tray of whelks. They claimed the sea front. It was their world. How he recoiled from the shouting and the drunkenness and shiny sunburn. From appetite.

One summer evening he felt a calling to walk out to the sea front. The small town was famous for its sunsets and that evening had produced one of its more spectacular examples, turning the sky, the sea, the clapboard houses and the upturned faces of the onlookers, a crimson red. He found a space away from the throng, and gingerly lowered himself down onto the shingle. He felt, in that carmine blaze, quite outside himself, as if the world had become something utterly rare and completely beautiful and he found that his eyes were becoming moist.
He sat on for a time after the sun’s glow had faded. Smoke drifted over the groynes. He thought he could catch a whiff of lamb and garlic, a scent of rosemary. He found himself clambering stiffly to his feet and, with a curiosity his sudden hunger could not resist, peering circumspectly over the groyne. He heard his stomach rumble shamefully as he caught sight of two deliciously browning chump chops, perched on what appeared to be a silver bucket.
“Keeping an eye on it for me, are you?”
Hot blood rushed to his cheeks as he spun round.
“No, I . . , it was just, oh dear, the smell, you know, so . . . “
The woman in front of him was all shoulders, bust and bonhomie. A daughter-of-the-colonel type, who swept all before her.
“Join me if you like. There’s enough for two. I was expecting a friend, but she’s just rung to say she’s been unavoidably detained.”
For form’s sake he made a last protest; “I couldn’t presume . . .”
“Presume be damned. You’re hungry, I’ve got food. What’s the problem?”
A little blaze of apprehension accompanied him, and he thought, ‘how soon can I politely make my excuses?’, but he was soon settled on a kind of chair with no legs, which was surprisingly comfortable, and accepting a glass of wine.
“I can see you don’t do this kind of thing very often,” said the daughter-of the-colonel. “Chat up strange women. And although I am a bit strange, I won’t bite.” She laughed a deep laugh, just short of braying. He swallowed the wine. He felt its blessed coolness run right down to his toes.
The lamb chops were as good as they had smelled. The green salad was perfectly dressed and there was even his favourite indulgence for pudding, crème caramel. He was drinking too much wine, he knew.
He found himself, on the second bottle, telling her about his old life in London before he had entrusted himself to the open horizon of this little estuary town. His voice grew quieter as a he spoke about his mother and her final illness.
“I stayed on for a couple of years,” he said, “in the old house, but it all got too much for me. In the end I decided to make a completely fresh start and sold it for what I thought was an exorbitant amount of money. We all seem to think sea air will be good for us, don’t we.”
The woman turned out not to be the daughter of a colonel after all, but of a high court judge, who had kept her by his side long after his wife had died.
“We were brought up to do our duty, weren’t we. I went to pieces for a while after he died. This place has helped a lot. I’m only a weekend visitor, but I’m becoming very attached to the place.”
Not much later, with a struggle against his stiffness, he rose to his feet. He suddenly could not wait to fly back to his solitude. He hoped she would not be able to trace him back to his home; he didn’t want her ‘turning up on his doorstep’, in his mother’s words, referring to almost anyone they had ever met.
It was strange though, in the following week, when he passed the stretch of beach where they had eaten their supper, how his eyes were drawn to that little patch of pebbles.
On the following Sunday he fought down his fears and walked down to the spot where the picnic had taken place. The weather had deteriorated and there were not many people around. Turning for home he took comfort in the anticipation of the smoked salmon he had waiting for him in the fridge. He would get a cat, he thought, then they could share their fishy meals. His mother had never liked cats.
And suddenly, there she was. His heart gave a jolt; he wanted to run, hide. He turned to go, but she had seen him. She was waving. Calling. At the same time as he shrank from the encounter, he could feel a little flare of surrender; that this was meant to be.

One year later he marvelled at how easily he peppered his conversation with the words, “my friend Edie”, as if the words had always been part of his vocabulary. The cat, a Siamese, was a joint purchase. It would accompany them to the beach to lick the grease from their picnic plates. Around the town, where the new resident Edie had quickly made her mark, everyone knew him as ‘Edie’s friend Edward’ and no longer could he slip anonymously down the high street to do his errands.
Edie was not quiet. She did not share his sense of tidiness. She was always moving his things around so he did not know where to find them. She was often late from rushing about doing things at the last moment and the gusto with which she ate her food owed nothing to table manners. But he felt his dry, old bones warming in her regard and he took the assaults on his privacy with good grace.
As he watched from his kitchen window, he saw the cat leap up from Edie’s garden onto the fence and stretch itself in the sun. It settled on the top of a fence post and began to wash itself. It was completely at home between the two houses./spoiler]

Love Heather UK xxxxxxxx

1948CWB · January 2022

Heather ~ That was great! I felt like I was a part of the man's thoughts as I read his words. Congratulations!

Carol in GA

margaretturk · January 2022

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯."
Credit : @viktorperyakin

Loved the message and picture...From Facebook

Lisa totally agree with you about being an advocate for yourself.

kevrit · January 2022

Still here. Not in a positive mood so will talk later.

RvRita in NM

Whidislander · January 2022

Getting stressed of eldest leaving soon for Guam!!! It a futile feeling, as I have no control of the goings of a Navy sailor, but still its there, that pit in my stomach. Looking around the house there is so much he needs to still organize. If it were me, (and I realize he's not me, but humor me), I would have first packed my bags on what I'm taking on the plane, in the checked bags. Then everything else I would have separated into areas, what I'm having the movers pack up to ship over, what's staying here, and what's getting rid of or donated. But no, he has my bulk of Christmas wrapping paper and he's wrapping LEGO things. *Breathe Rebecca, just breathe*

Today is a GOOD day for a GOOD day. Interestingly enough, after my long fast I ate my refrigerator. Literally unhinged my jaw and down it went.....😂😂😂 so now I feel bloated, go figure! Its a "duh" moment, I know. Lets see what did I learn from that moment???? Hmm, that moderation is key. That even though you hear that "starting gun" light off in your brain, doesn't actually mean you have to race thru the kitchen like a giddy fool. It was not bad food, (well marshmallows are just sugar, so that wasn't good), but I had a nice chicken salad sandwich. Its the sweets that get me every time. Bought a chocolate bar on Friday. Endangered species brand. Dark chocolate 80% with a thin vein of caramel inside with sea salt. Every darn cup of coffee had a square or two.
So today will be my chicken stock, wild rice, chicken, celery and mushrooms, and some blobs of dumplings. Then a cookie with black coffee. Simple yet filling.

Texted my middle son last night. Athenas daddy. He starts his next college semester on Monday. They found a babysitter while he's at school a couple of minutes away. She's a stay at home mom, with two daughters, one a couple of days earlier age wise than Athena, and the other daughter about 6. Son said that the younger one walked earlier than Athena had, is already potty trained but doesn't talk as much as Athena. They had a play date with the family at their home, and stayed a good 2 hours just chilling and watching the girls play. Athena played mostly with the older one, but when toys were taken and feelings were hurt, Athena hugged and said "no sad". My sweet empathic Athena💖👍. I think she'll fit into the twosome just fine. Plus as I told son, she'll master the potty thing in no time, because the other two are, and get their younger daughter talking. A win win. I was happy for my son!

Still no contact with my middle sister. Last time we texted it was before Thanksgiving. I miss her. It was strange not bouncing Christmas off her etc. I have left messages on FB with both daughters so hopefully they answer back. I'm thinking her neuropathy issues are really taking a toll on my sisters day to day living, and she doesn't want to burden anyone with it. She has stated in the past its difficult talking to my older sister and I because she feels like she's just complaining, and she now just says, "everything is fine".
Well take care ladies!
Hugs,
Rebecca
sunny Whidbey
WA

cityjaneLondon · January 2022

Thanks Carol.

Heather UK xxxxxx

pipcd34 · January 2022

Stat for the day-

housecleaning etc- 2hrs 17min 55sec, dust,, vacuum rake front patio and walkway, laundry fold and put away, 77ahr, 99mhr= 600c

Poerava14 · January 2022

Heather: Loved your story, especially the image of a Siamese cat walking to the beach, licking owners plates. 😻

Machka: Congrats on completing the Cadbury event. You manage to do so much despite pain and pressure. You inspire me. Wish my DH's hospital had sitters. I spent 12 hours a day with him for 27 days straight. They had sensors on his bed straps put on whenever I wasn't there so they would know if he was trying to get out of bed.

Rita: Deep breaths. Sending a hug your way.

Rebecca: Ditto for you, dear heart. I can't believe how quickly Athena is growing up.

My sister tested negative for Covid...yay! But we mutually decided to postpone my trip to California next week. It's not worth the risk being exposed to family member who currently have symptoms. I enjoy going away to somewhere warm for my birthday, so will start mulling over some options.

Stay well friends. We can do this.

Rori
Colorado Foothills
2022 word = RENEWAL

pinh · January 2022

I've managed to stay steady for week one of January. I'm just saying that because I hope to be able to say the same thing every week.

Reinstating my activity levels is a humbling thing. In my head I remember having much longer/strenuous sessions, but I'm not ready for those. I will get there.

I like about doing my walks after work/end of the day. I sleep really well and I don't mindlessly surf television. I listen to music, mentally unwind. It's worth the change in routine.

For the week I did 250 minutes of activity.

-Anna
Ann Arbor, MI
she/her

Anniesquats100 · January 2022

I walked for thirty minutes today. Those pesky aches are getting better!

I've done two weeks of yoga now. And been at the calorie limit for two weeks. That's almost a habit! It helps a lot to have the lactose-free greek yogurt available for a snack. Better tasting and more filling than cookies. But now I'm into York peppermint patties at 50 calories each. They fit into my calorie limit but it's not exactly nutritious. Not even close. I'm eating the salads now three times a week, and sweet potatoes in between. So overall I'd say my resolutions are holding up so far. It would be great to eat more fruits and vegetables but that can wait. I can only do so much at once.

I need to go buy more yogurt and sweet potatoes even though it will be very cold.

Annie in Delaware

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