When you are transitioning to a new season of life, the people and situations that no longer fit you fall away~Mandy Hale
The Yoga mats and Guru schools have been out of control in the past decade or so. The juicer machine, smoothies and organic produce are the in-thing now.
The School of Kissing is the new trends! Instead of ballroom dancing. This new school is not for the amateur. Noooo, it is for the mature couple who need to re-connect.
Couples go to therapy, they remember their first kiss before their last sexual encounter.
~A kiss is just a kiss~ or so we thought, until that’s all there is left of a romantic interlude!
I wonder if dentures get in the way!
La Vie Parisienne Print 1929 Man and Woman Kissing by Leonnec
“People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.”~Audrey Hepburn
Out of the blue I re-connected with a friend I had not seen since 2002 when her husband passed away. In those days is was an acquaintance friendship. I stumbled upon her and her friend having lunch, I was envited to join them and we started a closer friendship that we had. We spent holidays and sometimes weekends together. I met a new line of friends through her and it was a wonderful connection for a year. A friend of hers who lived in Rhode Island re-connected with her after years of silence. This lady was a lady of means and they started to travel together, my friend as her companion all expence paid.
On one occasion I was invited or rather I had plans with my friend and she invited her friend. I couldn’t say no, she even offered to pay for her friend. I am a gracious friend even if I couldn’t afford it I picked up the tab. There was a difference in the atmosphere when the 3 of us were together. If we were having lunch and I happened to introduce a subject, my friend would nastily answer me and cut me short. If her friend would attempt any conversation with me to expand the aquientience, my friends would get green with envy. At times, when I am at my most sensitive, is almost as if I can read the thoughts of others. This helps me to understand people better, and get close to them in ways that other people cannot. Sometimes, though this works against me. Her friend was trying to establish a friendship with all 3 of us. My friends did not want me in the picture and cutting in on her privileges with her friend. This gift of mine this time worked against me. I picked up the negative vibrations of my friend.
Two months passed by and no word of her and her friend. Then one day she called to tell me all about her trips to Florida, The Bahamas, Rhode Island and Canada. She wanted to meet me for lunch and hope if I did not mind if she brought her friend. I excused myself to prior plans and told her I will call her when I have some free time. She started calling at work even though she had my cell number. Her mode of operation is kind of funny she calls and starts talking to anyone who answers about your stuff without realizing who she’s talking to. My coworker became her friend in matter of weeks. Then I found out she used to call to ask things about me. I had cut the communication all together with her. I had received a true picture of our friendship and realized she had found better game and she did not want me poaching.
My friend threw me away for a meal ticket and social standing, I felt used and hurt. I feel better about it now. I can write it and laugh at it, and that is the best of it. Will I be careful in choosing my friends? Ho yes! I will not throw away the chance of friendship but I will be assidious of any attempts.
Image curtesy of Etsy poster
Image courtesy of La Promeneuse Mèlancolique@Barbisa1922
If you are approaching 50 or just past it you are as confused as when you were 16. Yes, it is true, at 16 you were just learning to bloom, at 50 you are realizing you starting to wither. I do not think so, I just do not feel withered. But, you have some cruel people out there who make it a point to remind you of it everytime you celebrate a new birthday!
When you were 16 you were a caterpillar. A caterpillar is vastly different from a butterfly. A caterpillar spends its days crawling from leaf to leaf, chewing on whatever delicacies it can find. The butterfly sees those same leaves from above, where it soars with the breezes, stopping occasionally to sip nectar from the flowers. And yet, these two very different creatures are the same, in different phases of their lives.
At 16 you are vibrant, joyfull and innocent open to the world, you absorb it like a sponge. At 50, the weather isn’t as perfect as you hoped it would be. The music they are playing on the radio today is dull. The food you ordered yesterday at lunch was poorly cooked. Maybe it’s in your nature to complain or be negative. Maybe some of them or even all of them are legitimate. To dwell on it is a huge mistake, for one thing, doing so oppresses you keeping you in a bad mood.
I remember watching a movie ” Calender Girls” the characters were a range of 30’s to 50’s something. When I introduced the subject at work one of the 30’s something said ” but that’s old ladies’ movie!” I guess at 50 I was an old lady. Her friends are all younger than 25. I guess if she’ll look in the mirror one of these days she’ll realize she’s up there too.
Finding a pot of gold in the silver lining is to rave about all the good things that have happened and the blessings I have encountered. Age is just a number, and you only start counting when the ones who envy you make you feel old. That co-worker stayed young by hanging-out with young ones and missing her own journey. I have walked the journey and I am still creating paths, each of those paths refers to a phase and the beautiful memories I create in those stages, it adds to my metamorphisis.
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~I am not young enough to know everything~Oscar Wilde
My cat Calypso is an extraordinary cat. Everytime she hears me crumple a piece of paper runs to my side and waits, I make a great show of noise and crumpling and finally I throw it in the ratan waist basket by my desk. The next thing I hear is Calypso into the basket grabbing the crumpled paper between her teeth and race onto my lap to await me give her the command to drop it. She usually looks ridiculous like a creepy smile while she’s holding the crumpled paper. She can do this all day, she is tirelessly. I never knew when she started doing this but has been a ritual for 6 years. This form of excersise keeps her fit and it is an hysterical party playtime when we have company.
Artful conversation is lost these days. I met a friend the other day, we have not seen each other for quite awhile. It was a disaster from start to end! We decided to do this over lunch. We met at the famous Cheesecake Factory. It is usually busy from lunch break crowd and grandmas meeting daughters and grandkids. We managed to grab a table and we were asked our drinks and we moved on to updates.
I never got to mine! All she kept blabbing about was her new boyfriend, her new car, and the nail salon that charges an arm and a leg for her fake nails!
I had so much I wanted to share, my ups, my downs and my new found freedom in the past year. No way! She could not stop talking. She did not even eat her salad, she had it packed to go. I of course enjoyed my salad, the bread basket, desert and coffee. I had nothing to pack to go!
After 2 hours of this wonderful one sided conversation she Ta Ta me and left me with the wonderful compliment of paying the check!
Went home deleted all her information out of my digital electronics, and the phone book!
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I went on a blind date. What a disaster! He met me at the resturaunt and kept me waiting, two glasses of wine and 20 minutes later he showed up! He was bald! Chunky and I knew I was in trouble! He yelled at the waiter for giving him wrong directions, he complained on the table and never noticed nor paid attention to me!
There! Even a blind date is not what it used to be. I’m out of here.
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