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Ten years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Confession:

I listened to “Suavemente” three times before leaving for work yesterday morning. Even did a little merengue down the hall when I went to grab my shoes and my knitting. *Love* to move to that song. I tried to get a translation of the lyrics for you and quickly decided that it’s probably a good thing that I don’t speak Spanish. But maybe I should have been suspicious at the pairing of the few lyrics I could understand [“kiss me, gently”] with such a lively beat. I watched a second video, with a different singer, when I got home last night, and I think maybe the racy lyrics go with *that* version. Bleah! Bleah!bleah!bleah! I needed to go rinse my eyes out with something.

Sigh.

It’s like “Lady Marmalade”, which had a resurgence in popularity because of Moulin Rouge. I get a little cranky when they play it at our dances because yes, it is great to dance to, but I have enough French to know that she is not inviting us to play badminton with her.

Or “Who Let the Dogs Out”, which my girls assure me has nothing to do with dogs. I guess I am blowing my street cred here.

I read an interesting article yesterday. And this one. Hubbies: if you’re nearing retirement age, don’t shoot your wife in the foot financially. [Or wives, if you are the primary breadwinner.]

Firstborn has dibsed the quilt rack and the boudoir bench. Maybe I can persuade her to take them off my hands this weekend? 1BDH is going to bring home one of those blade thingies from his office so we can finally scrape the beauty consultant sticker off Lorelai’s rear window. It’s one of those things that I don’t think about until something on my face itches or I do something thoughtless while driving. I don’t want people to think, I’ll never buy X because that one lady with the sticker on her car braked suddenly.

I love my water aerobics class, and I am so thankful that my toes have healed up so I can go. The teacher took all the medical information that I gave her and wrote out a customized program and measured me all over like she was going to slipcover me. They measure every six weeks. I am already starting to feel greater range of motion in my shoulders and traps. And my back is beginning to loosen up.

Maybe another half inch of knitting yesterday; not enough to justify dragging out the camera. I think there will be much more progress when I go to bed tonight: no aerobics until tomorrow night, and this will be the only evening this week that I am home.

[And I want to shoehorn gardening and redecorating and someday a boyfriend into this schedule? Am I nuts?]

Don’t answer.

3 comments:

Jenni said...

Life is like a jar of cashews! Ok, just your life but luckily we like nuts.

Jerry said...

Nut's? No you just desire the things in life that bring you a feeling of purpose and completeness if you let me use that made up word. The Water Aerobics is a way to do some pain free excersize. We all know why you knit... Gardening gives you a sence of conection to the earth and to provide some natural substance to your life. Redecorating will give you an outlet to express your emotions and feelings in the way you create a home for yourself. This will allow you to change as you feel different and grow as a person. thr Boyfriend? We all need a person to share our life with. Our family is one thing but those little moments when you are alone with this person who truly understands your way. I honestly feel that we all need a companion in our life to share and to create those remember when moments that only you two will have. It's not crazy to want that in your life. I hope you can create the atmosphere you desire and find the partner who complements you in every way.

Lynn said...

Awww, Jerry, you make me go *snif*. Tell Debbie to give you a big ol' thank-you hug for me.

And as for *you*, missy? I brought you into the world ... I can take you out! [I don't want to be a cashew; I don't like cashews! But I wouldn't object to being a pecan, an almond, or a macadamia (plump and rich, LOL).]