Yeah, it’s one of “those” posts, so if you don’t want to read, I’ll give you a couple of spaces and you can move on to the next blog and come back later. But it’s my blog and I can write about what I want to write about.
I guess it’s safe now. In May, I will be 54 years old. I keep wondering, where, oh, WHERE is this alleged and much longed-for “menopause” I keep hearing about. Where, I ask, no, I BEG you, where is it?
Granted, my last period was in September, so I’ve had 5 months of relief, but it seems like just when I’m getting used to not constantly worrying about when my period is going to start, WHAM! It shows up with a vengeance.
I had plans for this week, dammit! I was going to seriously get back into my workout routine–biking, walking, swimming, especially swimming. Well all that’s down the drain, so to speak. When I got back from Denver, I was showing signs, but I hoped things might lighten up a bit. No such luck. It’s one of those times when I’m afraid to stand up after sitting for a while because the bottom quite literally falls out. Sleeping is iffy at best because I don’t want to ruin the bed. Oh, you might think, cramps. No, no cramps. Haven’t had cramps in years. Just lots and lots and LOTS of blood. Gushes of blood.
But enough about me. Somehow, either Peaches did a little something in the house and I didn’t see it and stepped in it or else I stepped in it in the yard and dragged it in, but I had dog poop on my shoes yesterday, which I didn’t notice until I was in the car after work, running errands. Yuk. Bad enough to be worrying about leaving the house for more than 10 minutes, NOW I had poop on my shoes and the new car was stinking. UGH.
So, got home and got the shoes cleaned off, then I walked barefoot on the bedroom carpet (I rarely go barefoot) and noticed some dried spots. Couldn’t really SEE them because the carpet is a mottled brown/tan pattern. More UGH.
So, this morning, I was washing out sheets, scrubbing the carpet with hot vinegar water and baking soda and generally cursing all bodily functions, regardless.
On the up side, it’s a lovely day outside. I won’t see much of it, but the sun is shining in the windows down here. The baby tomatoes are looking great, a couple just starting to get their 2nd set of leaves. I found a package of lovely flatiron steaks at the store the other day, cut in portions just right for breakfast, so I had steak and eggs this morning, my favorite. And, I decided to take the last large bunch of grapes in the fridge and make my own raisins in the dehydrator.
And, a young man in the neighborhood who does graffiti art stopped by to talk about painting the alley side of our garage. He wanted to do it today, but since G is out of town, I asked him to come back next week and talk to her because she definitely wants her input. He said he would and I hope he does. We really like the pieces he’s done on other garages, etc. around the area, and we’d like to encourage him.
So, despite the ups and downs of this old carcass, things move along, move along. I suppose I should be thankful that I’m still “juicy” and not a dried up old prune. Or raisin. 😉
All right, next time, back to your regularly scheduled programming and no icky stuff.