WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR SEPTEMBER 2022

Good luck to all of the Gulf coast of Florida..Toms place is about 2 hrs south of Tampa and about 20 miles south of Sarasota..not on the direct water ,but the rain and wind could do major damage..here is hoping not.. its a beautiful community down there.
Everyone stay safe and batten down the hatches...

Morning

It was our friend's birthday recently, so me and two friends visited her on Sunday. We travelled in Cs car but unfortunately, got lost after we left the motorway. (P lives near Richmond which is about an hour and half away north of York). After driving around country lanes, not recognising any of the landmarks P said to look out for, we called her. She said to drive to the nearby service station, she would meet us there and we could follow her car to her house. We would never have found it with the directions we were given We got there a little later than expected but had a lovely visit. Two boisterous puppies greeted us - they were so cute. We went to a cafe and had lunch and a good catch up. We had a look around the shops and bought cakes from a lovely bakery to take home. (Don't tell the people on the shake the sugar challenge )

Katla - glad you are getting to spend some time with your DH, hope he joins you in the apartment soon.

Allie, Heather and Rebecca - lovely pics of the grandkids, they are all so cute.

Machka congrats on the weightloss, what are the small changes you implemented?

Lisa my entertainment style is like yours

Jam Welcome, so sorry to hear about your losses. Glad you have a good support group to help you and glad you found us.

I'd better make a move, time is getting on and I have a lot to do this morning. I hope all those in the path of the hurricane keep safe.

Take care and love to all
Viv UK

Glad you had a good trip, Terri. Can't help feeling envious of your grandson. When I went to uni in 1967, I just sent a large trunk ahead by British Rail, then got on a train, still aged 17, and went to Bristol. I think a couple of other girls were in the carriage with me from my school. No parents involved!
I didn't take my son's to uni either, but my ex did. These days you do seem to need a lot of domestic equipment, and our car was completely full in the back. I remember waving them off. I was separated by then, but not yet divorced. My elder son went to Glasgow, which is a long way from London!
Your trip does sound very 'full on', but it's a good feeling when you've done your best. Your grandson will remember it.
My elder son made me laugh when he said he usually cooked at his girlfriend's flat, often for the whole flat, for free food. I asked him why he cooked over there and not at his own shared flat. He said, "Because she's got better pans." That told me! His, I bought from Argos. Hers were John Lewis.

Sorting out the contents of my box before I put them back. I've curated the letters :laugh: , now to tackle the rest. When I publish my poems I want to add a bit of context to the 'chapters', so this has been helpful. Especially with regard to my sister-in-law, my ex's sister, who was killed in an awful car crash when I was 24 and she was 29. We lived in the same house that we all had converted together into flats. She died in 1974. Seems like only yesterday. It was an important marker in my life.

Love Heather UK xxxxxxxx

SophieRosieMom wrote: »

Good afternoon ladies!

Someone I follow posted this on Facebook this morning. I'm not sure if her intent is to be cathartic or just to announce freedom from her own and other's expectations. Or??? Lots of food for thought here. Feel free to skip.

I am becoming cynical. I think quite honestly it is a natural progression after years of perceived freedom. As I age I realize I was just really good at conforming, adapting. After a few life altering ( and life threatening) situations, and being a self reflecting loner, my paradigm has shifted but not without cost. But the cost was and is my perception of letting go of societal demands.
Some days I feel as though I am a child again on a swing trying to touch the sky with my feet. Other days my feet are laden with wet cement and I struggle just to get one foot in front of the other.
I embrace my peculiarities and oddisms.I can no longer compete with them or even want to. Age allows me to say good bye to constrained efforts, lost causes and hello to fresh starts and new beginnings.
I dream now. I am no longer afraid of not achieving my dream. Just thinking about it gives me great pleasure with nary a naysayer because no one is allowed in my dreams without specific permission from me. I am thrilled I still know how to dream, be in the moment and feel happy by pure thought. No one one will ever take that away from me and I smile...a huge *I have a secret and I am not letting anyone in on it *smile. To share my dreams is to burst my dreams. This is one cynicism I have come to terms with.
As a result, I am becoming quieter. I think. Therefore I Am.

Anyhow, I've read it three times now and each time I get a different message.

Lanette
SW WA State

Lanette - Thank you for posting this.Still thinking about it--I keep writing a response and erasing it too. Quite thought-provoking.

Yes, Lanette, and Lisa, you are right, there are so many ways you could take it.

My friend G is enjoying herself in St Malo and is very glad she didn't wimp out.

Love Heather UK xxxxxxxx

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Anne pharmacy should be able to print her a new one and give her booster.