Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Days of My Life...
Funny thing has happened. Since I started taking the new hormone, I am not as hot and bothered any more, despite triple digit temps here on the summer solstice. And I wasn't as cold last week when I had to fire up the tower heater again, we dipped so low. Well, the weather here has always been schizophrenic, even when I was a child. I shivered my way through swimming lessons in the morning fog for years. Only the beginners got sunshine, at 11 AM. Maybe that is why I was a beginner for so long? Anyhow, I got big butt to the gym today, second day in a row, and got to do a full workout, and felt like flying when I left. Endorphins will do that to you. Then I got all altruistic and gave a gal a ride to the noon women's meeting. Plans for a movie fell through, so I headed to the library to return books due tomorrow (very diligent now, an amends for all the overdue tomes I had as a kid) and to Costco for another bottle of wonder pills. Oh, and I changed the bed this morning. All in all, a full day already, and I have more coming when I head for the Bridging the Gap meeting tonight, a service committee of AA that takes newcomers to their first meeting after rehab. Feeling pretty recovered here at the moment. That can change in a heartbeat, though, so, trudging on.
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