Happy New Year to Everyone

So it's New Year's Eve and you're wondering what to do. Well, while you're waiting for some inspiration watch these fireworks with some champagne or apple cider:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkAwq2_9Ndg

And Happy New Year's dear readers. Because life is really wonderful. Indeed!

With laughter,
Diane

Shall I Go to the Inaugural Balls?

In Washington DC we have a political and social tradition of the Inaugural Balls that celebrate the Inauguration of the President. I've been to one in '97 for Bill Clinton. Ironically, it was the Women's Ball. Kathleen and I rented white tuxedos and looked fabulous. It was nicely done. I just wish we had known more people...

Well, some time has passed and in the past few days I've gotten two invites to Inaugural Balls. One was delivered like a phone robo call from my Governor. I would have preferred a printed invite with a gold embossed envelop that also requested my rsvp but now we live in the 21st century when we're saving trees (and dollars too!) So the Governor invited me and a guest to Maryland's Ball. Finally I was asked to join Democrat politics.

And then much to my surprise, I got an email inviting me to the Artist's Ball which will be benefiting Artomatic, an arts organization in the DC Metro area. Now you all know me pretty well...which one do you think I'd like to go to? Damn shooting!!! I want to go to the Artist's Ball. It won't be stuffy but rather a little funky. And I bet you dollars to donuts the music will be better. And really, I want to have some fun with my politics, don't you?

So now, I've got to convince Kathleen to go...negotiations have begun...

A Little Gift for You

Dear Readers:

Since Solstice is upon us. I wanted to share two videos with you. One is about the relationship between a street musician and his cat:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC2uyMEC_Xw

And the other is a worldwide dance for joy:

https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pwe-pA6TaZk?rel=0

Happy Holidays!!!

Diane

Can't Take LA Out of the Girl

So where are you from? I mean like where did you grow up and go to school? I grew up in LA and went to school there too. Not until I left LA at the tender age of 25 did I realize how much of a LA person I was. Somehow bumping into different people that you will love, go to school with or just work besides makes one reflect about your values, perspective and overall worldview.

Growing up I thought everyone looked like they do in the movies and on TV. Boy have I been awakened. And then I realized that all the beautiful people work and live in LA. The hopefuls as well as the discovered are all photogenic. It becomes the norm. But anyway I digress...

Everywhere in LA there's a stage. Go out in public and you're an actor and on stage whether it be at the grocery store, the bank or at the red carpet of the Oscars. Everywhere is a stage because everyone wants to be seen.

Well, it isn't like that in the rest of the country. If the world is a stage, in many cases the theatre is dark. And people wear uniforms (even self-designed uniforms like LL Bean which I did for over a decade---I didn't want to think about my clothes too much in those days.)

I realized at 14 that clothes are nothing more than costumes to enhance the roles we play in life. This realization dawned on me when I was at Paramount Studios in the costume warehouse. I got a tour of the studio and I walked through the warehouse of clothes from period pieces to modern attire. It was an overwhelming sight. I've never looked at clothes the same way since.

So now I'm changing my image (again) and my wardrobe too. I don't know if Kathleen and I will be the new lesbian 50+ fashion plates. But we're having fun again with clothes. Who knows...if we're not run out of the community, we might put a new spin on lesbian fashion!

12.12.12

Today is significant, I guess. But really only if we make it so. Will I remember it? Only if I think the calendar runs my life. Sure I pay attention to the dates. Especially if I'm expecting a check or have a bill to pay. But does a date have cosmic significance? Well, I doubt it!

Our birthdays and the day we die are the really important ones for our loved ones and maybe if we're famous the world at large. But really, all the other important dates are just the drama markers of our lives. To be less dramatic the sun rises, the sun sets and maybe if we don't have too much light pollution and cloudy weather we see the moon, the stars and even the planets with our naked eye.

The Julian calendar and the Mayan calendar are an expression of a particular culture. Sure they mark time. But I like my own markers of time because my life and those that I love aren't only defined by this culture.

I don't play the numbers when it comes to life. I learned that life plays by itself. And that I play with it.

So make every day significant!

The Scarf I Finally Got

Guess what? While getting our nails done today, a man with a suitcase of scarves came into the nail salon. He did this show n' tell number about his scarves that he was selling. It was definitely weird but engaging. Who knows??? He may be carrying (pun intended) the latest fashions. And I admired his guts to just carry a huge suitcase around and do this door-to-door salesman thing.

So I bought one---red polka dots against ivory. I haven't done polka dots since I was a child in the 60's. Something my grandmother would have worn when she was in her fifties. Everything comes back. Sure it's a little different but it really does come back. Haven't you noticed?

I really had to work for that coat scarf. But it was fun too. It's good to get back into the flow of things again.

And boy do I get a lot of story out of a $10 scarf!!!.

Mind Meld Downtown

Yesterday I had an adventure downtown. I took cabs by myself, almost got thrown out of a pretentious bakery-restaurant, and saw my doctor.

But the real adventure happen afterwards. I had a mind meld with a scarf merchant. It was over a hot red scarf for $10. I walked away from the purchase even though it would have looked smashing against my black peacoat. Oh well, at least the mind meld was good. Great Om space; he's Indian. I don't get downtown often but when I do it's eventful.

With iPhone Will Travel

I got an iPhone 5 for my winter holiday gift. It's amazing. Okay, I could say it's amazing forever and not begin to describe it's wonders. Well as you can tell I'm no geek like Kathleen is so I have no idea about the techhnology under the hood. Nevermind, I just receive these gifts and appreciate them. I'm grateful too!!!

Now I'm on the fun and often frustrating learning curve on how to use this (damn!) phone. Really it's easier than a lot of other technology I've used. Matter of fact like most Apple products it's very intuitive (at least for me.)

Kathleen is on her third iPad and carrys it everywhere she goes. I prefer the iPhone. We should be a pretty awesome duo for two little old biddies. Watch out world...we're armed with Apple technology!

Favorite Xmas Ever!

What has made your favorite xmas your favorite? Mine was painting ornaments with Kathleen. It wasn't my idea. It was her's...

We happened to get an arts & craft catalog for a new store in Georgetown one year around thanksgiving time. On the cover of the catalog were packages of clear glass balls, some painted and some not. So we went to this store in Georgetown to check out the ornaments and paint. Now I had been painting for a few years and felt I knew my way around liquid acrylic paint. I might give this crafts thing a try but I considered myself a "painter" and well above all that hobbyist stuff. Well was I in for a surprise!

The arts & craft store was so chic and modern because, of course, it was in Georgetown, DC. The paint was top shelf quality and many times more expensive than what I got from Michaels. But Kathleen was having fun and I didn't think she was going to buy hundreds of bottles of paint (like I had been known to do at Michaels). So as Kathleen was finishing up at the register (with a modest purchase of 6 glass balls and 6 bottles of paint), I asked the store clerk how does one paint these balls.

And then he told me. Take off the ball's lid, and pour in some paint (more than one or two colors is encouraged). And put your finger over the lid's opening and SWIRL. Pour out the excess paint and let the paint dry.

Well I tried it and just loved the results. The kind of love that leads to obession and doing over a hundred balls. Kathleen also fell in love. She must have done close to 75 that year. And we gave our artful ornaments to everyone. Our bosses. Our colleagues. Our friends and our family. Some people loved them and some people were confused by them. One person was even offended that I gave him "balls" Nevermind, our painted ornaments were that year's hit (at least with us!)

We kept many of the ornaments and each year a few hang on our tree. We had so much fun together painting those ornaments. Sure we spent a chunk of change making them but we bonded joyfully. And that's what has made it our favorite xmas ever!

Oh Xmas Tree

I have a fondness for xmas trees. I didn't have them as a child so they're a happy addition to my life. I even moved to Oregon where there's lots of xmas trees and double rainbows. But you know, I've never had the experience of hiking into the backwoods and cutting my own. No, I've always gone to the lot.

Now I'm very discriminating about which lot I go to. No Boy Scouts or religious lots for me. I apply my political correct standards even on a poor xmas tree that has no control over it's origins. But nevertheless I'm picky these days about whose pocket I'm lining with my hard-wrought money. Something like I don't want to give my money to the enemy and undo all our work.

When I was with my ex and was properly introduced to the xmas season, we bought our tree, a Blue Douglas Fir, from a nursury. It was so beautiful. I got to give my ex that, she knew her xmas trees. My ex had worked for Oregon's forestry service and was a country girl too. Xmas trees were an art form of nature to her. Bless her.

Well, soon after my ex and I split up, I went shopping for xmas trees with Kathleen. We'd go to a lot around the block from our place. The guys who run the tree lot look like they could also be selling moonshine, if you asked for it. But I shouldn't say that because they've been respectful and helpful to us (They even delivered and set-up a couple of our trees. We weren't feeling too butch in those years.).

But for all their beauty xmas trees are messy. Sure they smell great and aren't really a fire hazard if you water them everyday but when it's time to take them down...well you know about those little needles and all the vacumning. I guess as I've gotten older the effort to clean-up the mess just got overwhelming.

So we made the switch. We brought a huge 7 foot artificial tree. It was a bitch to put together. Almost impossible for us to manage. But we put it together twice and since then we have given up. It's trunk is made out of steel and is just too heavy for us. So in the spirit of xmas we're giving it away for FREE!!!

This year we have a table top artificial tree. I'll put a few of our hand-painted ornaments on our baby tree. It's enough of a xmas tree for me. And anyway it's really a solstice tree for me. Well, xmas or solstice...it doesn't change spirit of the season.

Cheers,
Diane

Tis the Season

It's begun. Thanksgiving Day kicks off the Holiday Season. Now it's time for shopping and parties. (And for us Kathleen's birthday on December 2nd) Then it's shorter and shorter days which usually have cloud cover or just grey skies. The temperatures drop toward the freezing mark and you need to get your car winterized because you know the defroster and heater just doesn't work like it use to last year.

You get your xmas/solstice tree or a menorah or something for your lights or candles. Because we're all celebrating the light amidst the darkness. And its dark when you wake up and at 5 pm when you leave your job or walk your dog.

And then there's the xmas cookies and the cakes and just the vast amount of desserts. But what would the season be without all the chocolate. It's like medicine for the soul (or the mood!)

And close by Solstice on the 21st, everyone gives up on working and we just feast, socialize and party our way towards New Year's. And yes, the Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus and there's this vast gift exchange between people on the 25th. After the 25th, xmastime fatigue usually sets in. Sure you love your presents but sleeping off those holiday dinners and desserts becomes imperative.

So then, the sleepy and social week between xmas and new year's takes over. No one in their right mind tries to work unless you desperately need the money. Kathleen and I just try to make it to the end of the festivities because New Year's Eve is our anniversary.

We've only gone out a few times on our anniversary. Most of the time it's too cold and we don't want to be driving on the roads. We rarely go out at night...we're two little old biddies now. (It's okay. We were both wild and crazy in our youth.)

So 2013 will most likely arrive despite the Mayan calendar and we will have more parties and football on the 1st. I'm looking for another dish to make to bring us good luck for the year. Please comment with the dish you make.

I hope you enjoy the Season! I think that it's just a helluva way to wrap up the year and start a new one. But it does have it's moments, doesn't it?

Sunday Night Blues

I've got the Sunday night blues. You know, it's a case of I don't want the weekend to stop but tomorrow is Monday and the week beckons. So what do you do before you call it a wrap for another weekend?

Most of us used to watch 60 Minutes. It was mandatory if you wanted to retain your cultural citizenship. Because what else was worth watching? Nowadays I don't think there's anything worth watching. Instead I listen to Buddhist youtube.com videos or just listen to New Age music. I like to think I've evolved from my more political and news junkie days into something well more...spiritual.

Now don't think I've gone out and found Jesus and God. No gods are involved just one enlighten and awake guy named Buddha.

I'm new to all of this meditation stuff (I can barely keep my eyes shut when I do it outside.) And I'm still reading lots of books on compassion, loving-kindess and becoming enlightened. I hope to become enlightened one day and I'm okay with having to still chop wood and carry water afterwards.

But mostly I feel at peace. Don't know if it's all due to this Buddha guy. But I like that he's fat and laughing. He's happy. And the more I learn about his wisdom, the more happy I become.

And to think this all started with listening to some music---Buddha Bar. So this Sunday night I'm listening to more Buddha Bar, watching another youtube.com video and catching-up on my daily Buddhist inspirations.

Let me tell you it sure beats 60 Minutes!

We're Doing Thanksgiving Twice

Just ordered the free-range turkey from Whole Foods. Some years, like this one, Kathleen and I like to do our own turkey dinner after we visit Kathleen's family for Thanksgiving. We like our cooking and we like turkey (and so do our cats!) So we'll pick-up the bird while everyone else is engaging in black friday madness. We'll just have to watch out for the traffic and pray to the parking fairies for a good parking space.

Mentally, I'm making a list of all the people I want to "give thanks to." Kathleen, of course, my mother, other family members and friends. When I tally up how many people really touch my life, I'm amazed at how many connections I have. I'm sure when you do your "gratitude list", you'll be amazed too.

And then there's the all-important shopping food list for Thanksgiving and then the gift list for your Winter Holiday. It's fun to splurge this time of year (and all that good food can be quite comforting too) but try to remember that these holidays are about re-affirming connections and bonds --- not just getting presents!!!

So in the meanwhile, safe travels everyone and Happy Thanksgiving!

Putting Off That Flu Shot

I've been putting off getting a flu shot. I'm really not that much of a procrastinator. Oh sure, I put off other things like housework and laundry. But doesn't everyone? Ok getting back to my flu shot...I've had ample opportunities. It's just that something always comes up.

I belong to Kaiser and they're really into this preventive medicine and flu shots. If you're a Kaiser member, a flu shot is free. But in a weird way this is working against me. You say, "What? How can free work against you?" Well it's harder for me to get to Kaiser and easier to get to my CVS Pharmacy. But the flu shot at CVS Pharmacy costs about $25. So me in my putting off ways doesn't go to Kaiser because I'll have to make a special trip and doesn't get the shot at CVS Pharmacy because I can get it free at Kaiser. And anyway, I want a trained nurse to give me the shot, not some CVS Pharmacy store clerk (I know, I'm having a princess moment!)

This may all sounda stupid because I really need the flu shot. So today Kathleen is taking me to Kaiser and I'm going to get a flu shot. Even if I have to beg for one. Because I need one and there are too many other important things to be a procrastinator about. Like when am I going to clean up my studio and start painting again?

So you see it's easy to put things off and I do it so well. Maybe one day my future will feel more finite and I'll get to it all. Because I've got a lot of things that really need to get done.

We Won!!!

It was an unusual day for November. It was warm and sunny so Kathleen and I decided to have brunch in a restaurant's outdoor patio. Even though the service was lacking, there was a distinct shift in attitude towards us. We were the victors in a town where elections are everything (well, maybe for only 2 to 4 more years at most.) And being gay and middle-age probably meant we had something to do with getting marriage equality passed (even if only in a small way).

We were happy and we talked about politics like real citizens do who have interests in our democracy and high hopes for our first lesbian Senator Tammy Baldwin. Her bio looks ultra-liberal and she's been in the political game for a while so she's seasoned and knows all the moves. We wish Senator Baldwin the best of luck!

And thank gawd about Obama. We did it. We all voted. And made it happen. We won. 

(So now I'm tired and am going to rest for a while. Because Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I've got to work on feeling grateful and thanking everyone for their love and kindness. See ya soon.)

Insomnia of a Political Kind

Can't watch TV---too many political ads.
Can't listen to the radio---too many political ads.
Can't do email---too many "please donate" emails.
Can barely get through home page on Facebook---too many political ads.

So what do two Washingtonians do the weekend before the most important election in their lifetime?

Since this election is such a nail-biter, we're getting our nails done. And I don't care if that's politically incorrect. I know I should be knocking on doors, making phone calls and soliciting for last-minute donations. But I'm old and tired and I gave my attention and a whole lot more too.

So I've done early voting and now I'm worrying about how New York and New Jersey are going to vote this Tuesday. These things wake me up at 3 am and then I can't fall back to sleep. I've got political insomnia. So now, what do you worry about when you can't sleep? Politics or bills?

Earning Your Right to Complain

Well, the fur is flying!!! It's countdown time for the elections and it's never been quite this intense. It's the presidential election of a lifetime and, of course, you're voting. Because you just must. Alright it's like this: if I'll wait an hour in line to do early voting days before a catastrophic hurricane otherwise known as Sandy descends upon our beloved East Coast then you can vote on November 6th. It's really quite simple.

Just care about your country, our world and yourself. And don't fall into the trap that they won't miss my vote. Because all those missed votes can add up and could make a world of diferences.

We need your vote this November 6th. You're right no candidate is perfect and the system is imperfect, but I'll choose democracy over any other form of goverenment. So participate...Anyways, if you vote, you've got a right to complain. And we all love to complain, don't we?

Choice Point or Two

Our choices tell so much about us. Like what's important or where we're aiming to go. Today I came to such a choice point.

We were strolling through an outdoor street market which had vendors who sold clothing, jewelry and Asian masks. I was especially interested in this one mask, a Hindu mask with its tongue sticking out. It was a serious mask and yet humorous too. Very intriguing. So I asked the price. The vendor after a little bit of fumbling replied $120 but I'll take 25% off. I did the math and came up with $90. Too expensive for the quality. But then maybe I'm comparing my mask shopping karma with Kathleen's. She bought me a Ganesh mask in San Fransico for $25 and it's a wonderful mask. Quite inspiring too. But my mask karma is different. More difficult and more expensive. I'm this way in all things. Everything costs me more and is harder to find.

So as I'm dithering about whether to empty my pockets of all my cash in order to buy this cool mask, Kathleen pipes up and says "It could be an early xmas present." Now I take my xmas gift points (and presents) like a serious business matter. Because you see I have my heart set on getting a iPhone. It will be a big upgrade and very complicated at first. And I'm already anticipating the frustrations it will bring. But I'm ready for this smart phone even though I'm still not convinced I'm smart enough to use it.

So I answer Kathleen's generous offer with, "I'll pass on the mask, I really want a iPhone for xmas. Or I'll just get it for myself. But I'm really in the market for one." Full of good nature, Kathleen responds with "Well, maybe the mask will still be here next Saturday and we'll get it then."

This is how my choices go for me. I really want all of the choices but must often bargain for the one I really want. I rarely get all of the choices. But then, I'm just grateful to have choices.

And so I've chosen a 21st century smart phone over a Hindu mask. Who's to say which one would actually do more for me. Maybe Kathleen's right. Maybe I'll be back at the market next week. My mask collection could always use an addition...

Let's Vote!

Are you finally feeling feed up with the political commercials? Now don't get me wrong. I've been a long-time supporter of Barack. Heck, I just dusted off the Obama/Biden yard sign from 08' that has been just waiting in my foyer. So I'm advertising to my neighbors (and to you too, right here.) We're all advertising. Aside from Halloween, the election is what's happening right now.

The radio station I listen to broadcasts to Virginia which is a battleground state. So the commercials come on pretty thick and heavy. The Barack commercials are good and I hope people can relate to them. I' havn't heard too many Mitt commercials yet (I've probably tuned them out--- I've got to keep my sanity, you know!!!)

But if you're still undecided after all of this, there's still one more presidential debate where Barack and Mitt go mano o mano. Its the only fight I know of where the contestants wear suits instead of boxer shorts. And you'll hear it all over again. By that third debate you'll know where the candidates stand. Then you've just got to decide which way you'll vote.

But, most importantly, you've got to vote. Everybody who is registered has got to vote. It's the way we make this democracy work. So come on, let's vote!!!

Bypassing the Trick or Treaters

It's fast approaching. That's right...October 31st is almost upon us. Chocolate, candy and costumes are everywhere. I tell you the seasonal aisles in CVS Pharmacy really keeps me on track. Just walk down the aisle and I know where we are in the calendar year. Have you ever noticed that chocolate works it way into almost every seasonal holiday. Think about it: XMAS has boxed chocolates, St. Valentine's Day is dedicated to chocolate and then Easter has huge chocolate bunnies. Chocolate has got business all year round on the holiday curcuit.

But Halloween is the big daddy of them all when it comes to chocolate and candy. When we were in the trick or treat business, we went through over a dozen bags of the stuff. Plus you've got to count how much we went through BEFORE Halloween and then how much AFTER Halloween. It was a downright chocolate candy orgy!!!

But I did enjoy giving out candy dressed in all black with my conical witch's hat. I don't think I scared any of the little ones. But I just loved all the kids' costumes. For me it was the only time of year I saw the little ones except when they all are waiting for the bus in the morning.You know, we're all suckers. Halloween makes millions off of cute kids demanding candy or threatening "or else?!?!"

We've escaped the little ones' wrath so far. How about you? The older kids always get blamed for the tricks. You know I bet a gang of five year olds could do a bit of damage too. Anyways we've got good kids that will all get enough candy to keep a lot of dentists in business for years.

Unfortunately, we won't be giving out candy this year. Our plan is to escape to a steakhouse restuarant and take a leisurely dinner while the trick or treaters parade down our street. I'll miss them. But I'll gladly miss the inches to my waistline from the chocolate too. I guess our treat will be fitting into our clothes in November.

Can't Wait to Vote!

Well, our yard signs are in our front lawn and I just can't wait. That's right, I just can't wait to vote. Early voting starts on October 27th in Maryland and you can bet I'm going to be one of the first in line.

And I'm voting the whole Democratic ticket from Obama to my House and Senate candidates. And on the Question 6 For Marriage Equality, I'm of course voting for it. I'm still undecided about Question 7 which proposes a world-class gambling casino. I'm just undecided about how much gambling I want to see legal in my state. The lottery is one thing. Casinos are quite another.

So I'm not waiting until the big election day which is Tuesday November 6th. It will be hard enough to not stay up all Tuesday night for the returns. I usually wait until the morning after. But then, I feel like I'm the last to know. But anyways, I'll stay up a little pass my bedtime. If we really stay up late, maybe I'll even convince Kathleen to take the 7th off.

Because you know the 7th will either be a day of mourning or a day of exhilaration. I'm banking on it that there will be tears of joy on the morning after.

So are you going to vote? If you need to register, do it. But just remember to vote. Our future hangs in the balence. So vote already...

Somewhere between the Chopped Liver and the Bagel, I'm a Jew

I'm sure for most jewish people their identity was formed at conception.  Well I only got half of that part, my father's part which for most jewish traditions doesn't make me jewish.  The way it works in Judiasm is you always know who the mother is, so if she's jewish her children are too.

So what was I to do...?  My last name shouts jewishness so much so that I have found it an asset at times.  I got jobs, girlfriends and overall heighten social status from my last name.  But then again, what's in a name.  Where I really found my jewish identity was in the delicatessens of LA, NYC and Washington DC.

Food defines so much about a culture and a people.  It can be an emissary.  It can be entertainment.  And it can be sustanence and comfort.  For me deli was the world of jewish people---their customs, their rituals and their very jewishness.

Every time I have gone for deli and ordered something, I feel a tug back to my great grand parents who came from Russia and Austria and who didn't speak English. They spoke Yiddish, they lived on the Lower East Side and they worked hard, really hard.

So now  I sometimes order the chopped liver on a bagel (against doctor's orders) and remember how my great grand mother made it all herself.

Somewhere between that bagel and the chopped liver, I feel my ancestral genetic code.  And I'm jewish too.

TV Ads: Bearing Witness

Should I be watching TV now? The political campaign ads have started to run. Do I really need to bear witness? Aside from making me feel angry and hopeless, will watching these anti-marriage-equality and anti-Obama ads educate me, sway my vote or in any way heighten my consciousness?

The answer is no. I'm only a voter nowadays. I'm not even a bit political player or a volunteer. Last election I worked on M street, which is just around the corner from K street. During the '08 campaign I was in the thick of it and it was great. I remember seeing Bush's Press Secretary at a lunch spot that I ate at too. I felt like I had arrived or at least I was rubbing elbows with people who had arrived.

Nowadays I get my news (read: propaganda) on Facebook. I love this social media, but its virtual reality will never replace the nowness of being there in the flesh.

But I have retired from the fray of politics. Now I just share on Facebook. And sometimes I think I've shared too much and too often. (One's home page is really a very private space on Facebook.) But I still follow the postings because in many ways that's my connection to the outside world. So please share. I love it when things go viral!!!

Columbus Day---Shall We Party?

I never know how to feel about Columbus Day. Shouldn't I be happy that Columbus discovered America so that all my ancestors who were all once immigrants could also discover America? Or what about the Native Americans who when they saw Columbus saw the end of their world? Should this be a day of mourning for them? I'm sure history will somehow work out these competing perspectives, but in the meanwhile I'm confused.

So what do I do as a 21st-century person on this day? Do I stay home and Internet shop, or do I go to a mall and shop? Do I clean house and do laundry? Or do I surf the net, read books and listen to the latest Pink album (which I must say is quite good)? Or do I find a restaurant that is celebrating dear old Columbus and party the day and night away?

What will you do? A day off with Kathleen is always a precious thing. Even though every day is a day off since I'm retired, I still enjoy the three day weekends with Kathleen.

So thanks for the three-day weekend in October. And as far as working out history for good or bad, I'm leaving that to the historians.

Now I'm Happy

"Doing what you like is freedom. Liking what you do is happiness"

For much of my adult life I was unhappy. It was hard to be a woman, Jewish, and a lesbian. I faced a lot of bigotry and discrimination. The only thing I had going for me was an above average IQ. But even my intellect couldn't undo the prejudice that surrounded me. I met obstacles every day and in almost every moment.

So how does one be happy when this is your life? I escaped into books and music. I had a passion for film and even co-wrote a screenplay that unfortunately didn't get produced. And I wrote before I had a computer (on a typewriter, remember those?) and a lot more when I finally got a PC.

Writing has always been my passion. Sometimes It's been hard to write from my life experiences since most of those experience have something gay about them. But neverthless, I've been out in print since my student days at UCLA. I've tried to live a life that isn't sub-divided between lesbian and non-lesbian lots.

Being out publicly as a lesbian is the best thing I've ever done. Sure I've taken my hits but it's brought me more happiness than I can imagine. I've met wonderful people who are also on the path of being out and open, and these people have been inspirations to me and others.

I'd like to encourage all those LGBT people who are still not out and open. It's another world once you're out and open. And nowadays you have strength in numbers behind you. You won't be alone. Heck, you can watch Ellen on TV for inspiration.

Fresh Paint and Pads of Paper

I've done a lot of creative things since I've retired. Some involve making images out of paint or dye. And others have been about writing, as in this blog. I like moving between images and words; it keeps my brain balanced. So why now when I'm going gang-busters with my writing am I drawn to paint again?

Several on-line advertisements for paint sales at art stores have been catching my eye and stirring my imagination. It's been over four years since I painted in my studio (an upstairs bedroom in my home). Somehow the reasons why I stopped painting don't feel as compelling now. Maybe after this hiatus I could start again. But so much has happened since I last painted. I'm different now...So maybe the painting will be different and a little more fresh.

Years ago I painted everyday on paper, using bottles of acrylic paint. I did abstract expressionistic art. And I squirted bottles of paint however and whichever way I was so moved. I squirted fast and furious and mostly spontaneously. I made a lot of bad art but a few keepers too. I even donated a painting to a charity's gala, and it fetched a modest amount at the silent auction.

But somehow after showing and then selling one piece I just didn't know what my next mountain to climb was. Granted I could honestly tell people that I was an artist. But my internal drives were now flat. I had a bad case of "So now what?"

So maybe I'll suffer through the awkward stages of beginning all over again. Yet another thing to put on my Xmas list. New paint and huge pads of watercolor paper to keep me occuppied in the cold and cloudy months after Solstice. I could look forward to that.

My Amelia Earhart Luggage

Amelia Earhart...What do you think of her? I think she's one of the first women to do something truly adventuresome. Heck, she did a transatlantic flight in not much more than a bi-plane. And she was truly famous. She even wrote two books about her life and her aviation adventures. And then that last flight where she mysteriously disappears. She just vanished somewhere. Now that's glamorous!!!

Little did I know that my gift of Amelia Earhart luggage from my New York grandfather had such a legacy. The one piece of luggage he sent me was bright red (won't miss that at the baggage pick-up) and had Amelia Earhart's name emblazoned on it. My dear grandfather was encouraging me to fly from LA to NYC. I was 12 years old. In two years I made the flight, and wow was it an eye-opener for my first time away from home.

NYC was nothing like LA. It snowed! Okay, it was December, but it snowed overnight. And there was so many more people and so much traffic. And everything was intense. Even the quiet museums had intense exhibits. Everything was just "One Big Wow."

LA might be mecca if you like good weather. But what I quickly learned from my NYC adventure was that the East Coast could be a feast for your soul if you were an intense type.

That Amelia Earhart luggage inspired me to do my own transcontinential flight. Thanks grandpa! Little did he know that I would move to the East Coast years later. I guess the trip made an impression.

I've Gone Mobile

I went to Panera today. At 7:30 am with a crowd of coffee seekers and early morning people. I got there so early to beat the traffic that consumes Georgia Avenue even on Saturday mornings.

So I'm one of "those people" now. I bought a light-weight laptop for just these mobile occasions. It was easy to connect to the wifi, but the signal was weak. I couldn't bring up Facebook or Yahoo. What will I do? I surfed the real media, CNN, NYT and the BBC, and quickly got depressed.

There must be some happy sites out there. Something for a quick pick-me-up that doesn't involve religion or motivational speakers. Maybe I should have gotten caffeinated coffee, but that would have put me at 3 cups before 8 am, and I don't zoom that well any more.

I really missed my Facebook. I missed all my liked pages. I missed all the pages about cats, hippies, Buddhism and a little politics thrown in for good measure. Now you must understand I woke up at 5:30, made coffee, and looked at my Facebook. I had only been without my Facebook for a few hours. Just goes to show you that I've become a Facebook junkie.

We all need something to fill our free time with. For many it's TV, music or any chosen hobby. I fill my time with the Internet. I've been warned against it. But for someone interested in news, research and writing, it's a dream come true. I'm intellectually stimulated and easily amused in one place. Needless to say I spend hours on the Internet. I'm completely transfixed.

For better or worse, I now take a laptop with Internet capabilities to public places. If I could only have a wifi implant, I'd truely be mobile. But I guess that's what a smart phone or tablet does. So maybe my Xmas list will have another device on it. And then I'll never be without my dear Internet.

Brew Me a Cup

You know, there's something about turning 50. Sure menopause let's you know that your body has changed from that hot young thing you were in your twenties to something now, well, more mature. And those hot flashes and icky cold sweats are still a constant annoyance. But it's something even deeper than your physical body.

Your soul changes. I've felt this lately. Younger people seem consumed with making money and finding a mate. Whereas I've never made much money and have had several mates, with my current being the best ever. Now I want to reflect and understand this thing called life. It's like my relationship with tennis: I played for decades and now I've hung up my racquet. I wish to become a connoisseur of the game from the viewpoint of the spectator.

And so, I'm making plans to return, in a fashion, to my coffeehouse days. I'll be going to my local Panera and plugging in. Maybe I'll even become one of those people with a laptop who are occuppying a chair and table for hours while nursing a single cup of coffee.

Who knows what will brew in my brain in such a place. But guess what, you'll probably be one of the first to know about it.

Sleep Well, Chickadees!

Did you ever notice that a lot of us older people talk a lot about sleep (getting it or not?) We ask each other in the morning "How did you sleep?" like we used to ask each other about sex.

There are few things as torturous as not being able to sleep. Insommia is frustrating and very isolating. And the day after a night without sleep is like being a zombie with no off switch. And then there's the problem when you want to sleep all day and can't sleep all night. Or you become like your cat who naps all day and all night. Needless to say, if allowed to take control of your life, insommia leaves you without a life. Or just a life pursuing sleep while pepetually in a state of wakefulness. UGH!!!

But for most of us, insommia is just an occasional thing (THANK GAWD). So when getting your 6-8 hours of sleep is sometimes a struggle, remember that a good night's sleep can feel like a gift from the gods and goddesses. Because you know, once you get that shut-eye, you might even begin to believe in...something heavenly!

What A Day

Oh well, I'm waiting by the phone. It's just that the two most important people in my life have had procedures done today. Oh I'm sure everyone will be fine. But it's just the getting to fine that I'm having trouble with. You know, the waiting part is what does me in.

So I've broken down and asked Kathleen to make chocolate brownies. We keep a couple of quick-mix boxes in the pantry especially for occasions like this. We make our brownies "straight-up"; there's no "herbs" in our chocolate brownies I tell you.

So where would womankind be without chocolate and specifically brownies? More of us would have "lost it" and found ourselves in the "looney bin" for sure. And fewer babies would have gotten born without that romantic gift of a box of chocolates. Well, I guess, humanity itself might have been imperiled without chocolate.

But as civilization has progressed so has our ingestion of chocolate. Hopefully, Kathleen and I will go to a wine bar and do chocolate and wine pairings some time soon. In the meanwhile, it's gonna be brownies.

Vibes Change

You know, your whole vibe changes after fifty. Now I'm into a calm, peaceful and just generally relaxed kind of energy. I often feel like a cool, cloudless and blue sky on a pleasant early October day. Just a little crisp but not in the least bit cold.

Compare that to pre-fifty. I was passionate in and out of bed. I was intense like a crimson bed of coals. And I was ambitious. I would let little or nothing obstruct my will. But I was also anxious and filled with angst. I was all charged up and ready to go, but I still worried about making the right choices.

Well, I charged ahead and not too carefully, I might add. So as you can no doubt imagine, I got banged up a lot. It wasn't because I was stupid. I was just stubborn and couldn't abide prejudice, bigotry or social injustice.

But over time I sought refuge from the front lines of societal conflicts and worked behind the barricades. I moved myself closer to the liberal base and stronghold. Working in academia and psychology was great. Met wonderful people too (like Kathleen). They were kind to me. They seemed to have compassion for my pain and suffering but let me work out my issues in my own way and in my own time. I worked in psychology for twenty years doing research and administration. It wasn't my first choice. Quite frankly, it wasn't even on the list. But now in hindsight, I see that it saved me from a life of pain and frustration, which I surely would have had if I had pursued a career in Hollywood. I'm glad I didn't go that way. My fork in the road led me to psychology and its rewards.

So now I'm making another transition to the life of a retiree. What do you do, people still ask. I write. Everyday. And trust me...staying open to inspiration and imagination whether it be big or something tiny, is a challenge. So now my vibe is a little more bluish and a little less reddish than a few years ago.

So, do tell. How has your vibe changed over time? I'm interested in your story too. Feel free to leave a comment.

How-To-Give-a-Gift-for-the-Winter-Holidays Guide

There's more than one way to give a gift. Yes, really...

Kathleen and I guessed what the other one wanted for our first few years. There was definitely a big surprise factor. But the flops were big too. And we often got what we thought the other one NEEDED to get. That wasn't much fun. So the surprise method with no guidance proved too risky. Next few years we took to making lists, detailed lists with instructions on where to buy and how much to spend. While this guidance method usually got you what you wanted, it often felt like someone else was just doing your shopping for you and then did a nice gift-wrapping job. But then it almost eliminates risk, surprise and over spending.

And then there's the let's-go-shopping-and-get-you-something-you-want method. When we went to malls and department stores, this method was my favorite. Because I really got what I wanted. I picked it out. The only uncomfortable aspect is when your partner ponies up and pays for your gift. I often found myself distracted by some other items for sale until the transaction was completed.

So this year I'm doing a wish list with Internet sites that have photos of the item I want; sort of a modified guidance method. First item on my list is a  laughing Buddha. You've seen him. He's often in the foyers of Chinese restaurants. I just need a smaller rendition and I'll be happy. Just need a big belly to rub.

I guess we all have some time to work up the rest of our lists (with Internet addresses and photos). But start thinking about what you want now, so your partner and/or friends and family have time to make your wish list fly...

A Typical Unproductive Day

Don't know what to make of today. I slept most of it away except for a few minor interruptions of neighbors, phone calls and lunch deliveries. This retired life is definitely set your-own-course. Aside from pouring coffee into Kathleen and driving her to and from the metro, my day is pretty much my own. Oh, I call my mother every day and then I call Kathleen around lunchtime (she works so hard that I have to remind her to eat lunch; something you'd never have to remind me about).

I like staying home. I don't watch daytime TV except for an occasional Ellen episode. But I do listen to Top 40 radio. I really kinda tune out the music. I don't know the songs' titles or the artists. It's really nonsense music to me (except for Adele) and that's why I guess I like it so much.

And then I'm on the Internet...for hours. I do email and I write. I shop (too much!). I check the weather. And I surf a lot. I'm especially happy when I find a new kitten video to watch. Cause I've got to get a daily dosage of "cuteness" in; otherwise everything gets dark and cynical. And we can't have that.

But I'm happy with this arrangement because I have time to research, muse, and write every day. I may be "unproductive", but I write every day. Other than answer email, what do you do every day?

What Makes A Holiday A Holiday

So whatcha got planned for our day off? That's right, we laborers get to celebrate all our work on Labor Day, September 3rd. I've done all kinds of celebrating on Labor Day. Some lunches, some dinners and some weekends camping in the mountains.

For most of us a Labor Day celebration involves some form of leisure. For me that usually involves someone else doing the cooking. So I like celebrating with good food and drink at a fine restuarant. Ahhh, the sweet good life.

But unfortunately for me, my Ex (when we were together) didn't really like the restaurant plan. She liked fishing in a Virginia reservior for our holiday. I was so crazy about her that not only did I give up my lunch, I rowed the boat across the reservoir and then all the way back to the dock. It was a metal row boat and slightly unsteady, but I made it to the dock and earned my "butch" points for the rest of the year. To be young and a lesbian in love...what we will do!!!

Nowadays I've settled with the love of my life, Kathleen, and we have our US Open (tennis) tournament holiday that always happens over Labor Day. So we always have a plan. And in this relationship we just order for delivery. I've matured, dontchathink?!?

Normal May Be Gone. But Acceptable Is In.

Have you ever felt that you were at the TOP of your world and in a MOMENT that you'll remember for the rest of your life? These TIMES are usually marked by a feeling of slow-down or slow-motion. I got that feeling when I went with my family to the rotating cocktail lounge on the top floor of the World Trade Center (yes, it was before 9/11/2001.) The wait staff moved very elegantly and with great poise. I was impressed. Capitalism sure had its high points.

A lot has transpired since then. On 9/11, I was working on Capitol Hill in Washington, DC. It took me 3 hours to get home. And boy was I grateful to be home when I got there! We were all terribly traumatized. The day after I remember people crossing the deserted DC streets in a daze and looking somewhat stricken and glazed about the eyes. "Normal" was gone.

There's been a lot of talk lately about "NORMAL." We talk about how it's gone now, doesn't exist any longer or how we've moved into the "NEW NORMAL." Quite frankly, I'm glad we're moving beyond the social confines of "normal." Normal was always too narrow for me. I welcome the wider expanse of "acceptable." Doesn't that sound freer than normal to you?

It's No Laughing Matter

This election is killing my funny bone. I'm sad, sad at the Republicans for being hateful and anti-gay. I know I shouldn't be surprised. But I forgot about their "agenda" for a while. And well, now I've been reminded. And I'm sad, very sad.

Because this isn't just some bridge/road/traffic policy issue. This is about my life, the love of my life, our friends and our community. That's right. Real people who are fighting for their dignity and their civil rights.

Obama and the Democrats have given us some positive regard lately; something that few out gays or lesbians receive much of from our society. But you know all about how we are hated and persecuted both here at home and around the world.

So I ask you to say a kind word about someone known to be LGBT to your friends or a member of your family. And please stand tall with us and vote yes for marriage equality if it's on the ballot this November in your state. That's right, vote for human rights for everyone!

Wishing Everybody Happiness

What's on your car's bumper? We've got two bumper stickers. One is for Obama, and the other one is MEOW. We're very comfortable with our bumper stickers; everybody has them here in the DC area. What I'm thinking about now is getting a car license frame with a pithy saying. But not just any kind of saying.

How does "May You Be Happy" and "May You Be Free of Suffering" grab you? Somehow I believe that "I'd rather be playing tennis" will probably make fewer people uncomfortable than wishing everyone happiness as I drive away. Especially so here in Washington, DC. But I don't mind making some people uncomfortable.

Now even though the pursuit of happiness is so very American, actually wishing people happiness seems slightly radical, especially when they're your political foe. But I guess if more people were happy, there might be fewer haters running around and doing harm. Also happy people are more fun. Don't you agree?

So I may get that car license frame and spread a little message of happiness in my wake!

And The Ball Bounces Again

Guess what? The US Open starts on the 27th, and I'm going to be tuned in for the next two weeks. Nadal isn't in, but Serena is. So we've got some excitement. And it's all about the tennis, the players, the commentators, the clothes and shoes, the sponsors, the endorsements, and the spectators. And it's all in New York City too!!!

Kathleen and I went to the US Open in 2004. We saw Serena. She's awesome in person. What a killer serve. With her new humbler attitude, Serena is my girl. If she can keep her tennis manners about her, I hope she takes the championship. But there's quite a few matches to go in a tournament. I'll be watching the matches along the way (even if I have to watch them taped and in the evenings).

I hope Martina does commentary. I never got to see her play at a tournament (in person and live), but she has been my inspiration in so many ways. And continues to be an inspiration today.

So join me. Watch a little of the US Open. You'll have a blast!!!

Rx: Send me your kitten videos

The news isn't too funny lately. All that talk about rape and abortion can really blow your socks off and can get a girl down too. But we showed them. We fought back with the Internet. Yeah, did we pack a punch or what? But we'll see if it changes the way people vote.

Sometimes it's truly shocking to discover how other people think. I'm of the firm belief that there are a lot of crazy people out there in dire need of medication. Because people have some truly unique and strange ideas about things.

But I can't wait to get back to the kitties on Facebook. I'm all for cute and cuter. And well, send me your favorite kitten video in the comments section (just the link.)

Yeah, I'm in need of some good news and a few laughs! Send me some soon!!!

#100 Posting!!! I Think I’m Now a Blogger

Wow…I’m one of those people who write and who write a lot. In a little over a year I will have posted 100 times. They’ve been short postings, but each one topical in its own right (no pun intended).

And you have been my faithful readers. You’ve read about relationships, clothes, butch-femme stuff, cherry trees and all my issues with my hometown, which is LA. I appreciate your attention. Please feel free to leave more comments. Your comments are like a trail of bread crumbs; you have no idea how much direction they give my whimsical musings.

So I’m a blogger now. And I finally have got an identity. And it’s all free of charge too. How about that???

Marilyn's Ghost Might Be Here

Amazingly enough, I did some touristy things while in LA. We went to the Grove, which I highly recommend if you like outdoor shopping and a cool farmer's market. The Grove is an outdoor plaza with winding streets and stores that would be the envy of any covered mall. We only went briefly into the Nordstrom, but I would have liked to pop into Barnes & Noble as well.

And at last I bought my long-coveted Panamaian hat (that of course is made in China). These Panamaian hats have become iconic at the French Open (tennis) for two years now. I almost tracked one down at the online merchandise store of the French Open. But I had no luck. It took going to LA and shopping under the shadows of the CBS Studios to find my hat.

But the best touristy thing we did was going to the beach in Malibu. While the rest of LA was sweltering in a heatwave, we sat watching the ocean waves at a beachfront bar and restaurant. The Sunset Inn has a long history with some stories mentioning that this little beach restaurant had been known as "Marilyn's (Monroe) place." I tried to pick up a Marilyn vibe, but I believe that too much time has passed even for the acutely aware. Nevertheless, the beach and ocean waves lent itself to day dreams and wanderings of the imagination.

So, you see, you can still go back home and be a tourist. I think I've figured it out: It's just a state of mind. Maybe Kathleen and I will take a tour somewhere interesting again...

Now I'm Just a Tourist

"When in Rome do as the Romans do..." ---source unknown (to me)

I'm a tourist now when I visit LA. Oh I've already visited most of the sites a long time ago. I could get more current I guess. But I'm content with my memories. And they are good memories too. Now when I visit I want to have fun like retired people do.

I'd like to see my old school again. I've heard they've done some building on the UCLA campus. And I wonder if that round wooden table is still at Kerckhoff Coffee House. I drank too much coffee and debated too many arguments at that round table. Met a few lovers at that round table too. I was in my element at the Coffee House. Now I'm old enough to be everyone's mother. And they all refer to me as ma'am. It's hell getting older.

I still can't believe that I'm an AARP person now. They got me even before I turned 50. Kathleen is the older woman between us, and she added me as a domestic partner when she signed up. I wonder how many lesbian AARP couples are out there? Many I bet.

Following or Vacuum??

Does this happen to you often?

Kathleen and I are out and about. And we walk into a store or a restaurant, and it's almost completely empty. If it's a restaurant, we sit down at a table and look at the menu. And when we look up to order, the restaurant is now full with people waiting to sit down. I often just write it up to "we beat the lunch/dinner crowd". But we don't always go to restaurants at lunchtime or dinnertime. We've gone between 2 pm to 4 pm and still brought in a crowd behind us. My rational mind says "It was tea time".

Every so often Kathleen and I go to a shopping mall. We like empty stores to shop in. It's more like personal shopping that way. So we're walking around and looking for an interesting store to walk into. We find some place that we like, and we often walk into an empty store, which suits us just fine. In no less than five minutes the store is full of people shopping. If I haven't found something to buy by then, I'm leaving empty-handed now.

Now my logical minds says that nature abhors a vacuum, and an empty restaurant or store is just like a vacuum. Kathleen and I just happen to be the first people inside the vacuum. If I was feeling weird, I'd say we had a following. But I'm not. I took physics in college so I'm going with the vacuum story. What's your explanation?

Thanksgiving in August

Even though I know we are all supposed to wait until Turkey Day in November, I am feeling a swelling of gratitude lately. Oh, it's not because I won the lottery or hit the jackpot at Vegas. It's because I just feel so much appreciation for Kathleen, our lives together, our health care, our cats, our house and our families. It's a bit overwhelming when you count your blessings and realize that "yes, indeed" we have so very much to be thankful for.

Being thankful doesn't mean I don't have problems like you probably do. The gratitude just helps me to not totally focus on the negatives. And if I'm feeling especially good, I've even been known to laugh at my problems.

So take a play out of my gratitude playbook: count your blessings...I bet you'll be surprised at how many you have.

Purge!

You know how one or two rooms in your house become the junk rooms? Clutter, stuff and just junk find themselves in "that" room. Our basement has really become our room for the junk and the discarded. (We also have one or two more rooms that are well on their way to junk room status.) Well, we've decided to stem the tide and bring our basement back from the brink.

We're pros at clutter. We have the bad habits of not putting things away right away. Things just find a place and "live" there. No table surface or inch of carpet is safe. It gets so bad that to "put things away" involves major neogoiations on "where things belong." This often becomes a serious relationship building experience. It's not just about your stuff and my stuff, but what the heck are we going to do with "our" stuff.

But back to the basement: we realized we couldn't spend time there without a risk to our health. (It got so dusty and dirty that Kathleen took to wearing a mask so she could breathe.) We both then realized we had to do something right away. The next step was to work out the finances of the clean-up.

I had tried to give away our sofa and love seat, but no charity would haul it away because the cats had clawed the sofas' arms. So I was stuck with convincing Kathleen to pay for the 1-800-Got-Junk people to just take the sofas away for a fee. Well they took the sofas away last week without stress, without holes in the walls and without any breakage. They did a great job. I'd use them again!

Now I'm waiting for Maid Brigade to come and clean the basement, which will be mostly dusting and vacuumning (a lot of both). After this is done, it's carpet cleaning time for the cat accidents and a general cleaning of the basement and the entire house.

We should be in pretty clean shape after all of this. Next task is clearing out old clothes to give away to charity. I'm even going to go through our bookcases and give away most of our books (minus our art, cooking and reference books).

We've lived in our house for over 12 years. And I'm sure we have brought more stuff in than we have hauled out. So the stuff has built up. And most of what we have we don't use anymore. So we'll give some stuff to charity and offer up the rest on Freecycle. And what we can't recycle, reuse or repurpose, we'll pitch into the trash or landfill.

So trust me, if there's hope for a clean and clutter-free house for us, there's definitely hope for you too!

It's OK, Sally. RIP

Sally Ride and her choice to live a closeted gay life reminds me of so many lesbians I've known of her generation. If you wanted a career and were very ambitious as a woman in the 1960s to the 2000s, most professional middle-class lesbians did not come out publicly. They channeled their energies into their work because that was enough of an uphill fight. Their personal life (if they had one) they kept on the low-down. Only those of us who chose to be political and cultural activists came out publicly. In the last decade everyone is coming out, and the sheer numbers of out people supports those who are now out. There wasn't such strength in numbers in the 1970s to the 1990s. So staying in the closet wasn't a matter of cowardice but of sheer survival.

I hope we can be kind to Sally Ride for staying in the closet. Her mission was to reach for the stars. It's a shame that her time and society couldn't also accept her love for a woman.

Get Me Out of the Box!!!

Several years ago I kept hearing about getting out of the box or just thinking outside the box. Well, I started to think about boxes, how many are in my life and in the world where I live. I mean almost everything is a box: your house, your stores, your car or even your fridge.  And if you're really into diagrams I bet you could create a box for your job, your partner and your cat. The box is a paradign that is just about everywhere.
 
But as I often think about lesbians and our culture, I realized that we have quite masterfully created our own boxes for our own unqiue culture. There's the ordinary boxes of butch and femme, but for our sexuality and our relationships, we even have more labels and their corresponding boxes than the mainstream culture has for straight people. Perhaps it's because we have so much in common with each other and yet so little in common with each other too. Or to put it another way:  just because we are everywhere doesn't mean we are all alike.
 
Many of us look for our lesbian sub-group and often find common interests and identities. We find our box. A few of us create our own boxes. And dare I say, the enlightened ones skip the boxes and just wing it through life.

Hurry Up! It's Almost the Dog Days!!!

Well, it's already hot and humid. That's for sure. But I got smart this year. I'm getting my summer wardrobe on summer clearance. Big markdowns and awesome sales on just about everything. I guess people are still pretty tight when it comes to buying clothes. Not me! I got a little money, and I'm having fun with summer fashions.

I especially like seersucker big shirts in bright colors. Not subdued butch colors for me. Bring on the hot pinks and oranges. I'm retired. I can wear anything I want. Hell, I wore tie-dye for over two years. Hot pink really isn't a shocker, is it?

Nah, I'm at that age when older women don't care what you all think about us. If it pleases me, I'll wear it or do it. It's quite liberating, you know. Wish I had this attitude when I was younger. Boy would I have made up some trouble back then. Well never mind, I'm going to wear hot pink and look like a fantastic lesbian!

So what are you wearing for the dog days? Whatever it is, I'm sure you'll look fabulous too!!!

Too Many Choices!!!

There's just too many choices out there. I guess I'm a basic person; I like maybe 3 to 5 choices. But the marketers have just gone crazy with all of these choices. Case in point: Kathleen and I went pillow shopping the other night. Well, we found an entire section of Bed, Bath & Beyond dedicated to pillows galore.

There must have been at least 30 pillows to choose from. And really how could we tell which ones we preferred? There was no bed to lie down on and rest our heads on the pillows. So we squeezed and guessed and imagined which one would work for us. And then I read the packaging and decided that the one labeled "Eco-friendly" must be the one for me. No feathers. Just husks. And supposedly good for the environment too.

Pillow shopping has become a complicated business nowadays. There's all the pillows to chose from, the protectors to weed through and then your pillowcases'  threadcount and fabric color. Well we've now made enough choices to last the year.

After all that, I wonder if we made the right choices. I hope so cuz I'm not going through that all over again. I say let's keep it basic, ok guys?

Wow…It’s Been a Year!

That’s right. Today is Forgetful After Fifty’s first birthday. And boy has it been year. At last count, there were over 85 posts and over 4,000 pageviews. And I’m also proud to report that the blog has traveled all around the world to English-speaking countries as well as non-English speaking countries.

But you, my readers, are what have made Forgetful After Fifty a success. Your support has inspired me to write another post and then yet another one. And I’m amazed that you keep reading. You’re all better than Facebook friends.

I can’t tell you what direction my whimsical musings will take. But for certain I am grateful for the experience of writing for you.

With laughter,
Diane

Waiting for a Thunderstorm

These days we are in constant touch with weather.com. What's the temperature going to be? What's the forecast for storms? Will it be humid and what will the heat index be? Or are we under another excessive heat advisory, or maybe a tornado watch, or are we just expecting another late afternoon shower?
 
I've always kinda been into weather since I've lived on the East Coast. There isn't much weather in Southern California. Somehow day after day of sunny and 75 degrees doesn't count in the weather drama department. But boy is it different here in the Mid-Atlantic. We've got drama and disasters here.
 
So I've become a weather geek of sorts. Don't have any degrees or formal education. It's just entertainment to me. And now the advent of global warming makes it really exciting. We've got severe weather almost all the time.
 
But really, I'm very concerned about climate change and what we all are going to do about it. We're driving less, and I'd like our next car to be a hybrid. Somehow I don't think that's enough. I just hope we all figure out what will be enough and then do it. Because if the weather is any indication, I think Mother Nature is really miffed.

Why I Tip Well

Ok, I believe in tipping well. It all goes back to my grandfather Sam. Sam was the kind of man who took care of the people who took care of him. And he did more than just say thank you. He put money in the palm of your hand. The arrangement was, if you took care of Sam, Sam took care of you.

I'm Sam's granddaughter in the ways of tipping. For me it's not just a pay supplement to low wages. It's also a way to show gratitude for services that in most cases are above and beyond the call of duty. In many ways service people are your short-term contract employees for a meal, haircut, or a manicure. But above all else a tip shows gratitude for the service and to varying degrees your satisfaction with their performance.

Today I tipped the grocery delivery driver who brought my groceries into the kitchen for me. It was over 100 degrees outside, and I appreciated his work ethic. His job was far from easy or comfortable. So I tipped him. I may never see him again. I rarely get the same delivery driver. But I guess I gave him a handsome tip as an offering to karma or just to the gods and goddesses that govern gratitude.

Sam would have approved and smiled.

Go Serena, Go!!!

Serena, you're playing great tennis. And you've earned your place as a finalist at Wimbledon this year. Listening to you talk about yourself and tennis, you've matured beyond belief, and I like you even better.

For a while there you acted like a gifted and spoiled brat who had become accustomed to winning and being a champion. But now you've changed. Maybe your life-threatening illness woke you up to an awareness of gratitude for your blessed life. Because finally you seem grateful for the privilege to play professional tennis.

I've seen you play at the US Open, and you are a marval to watch. You are my second all time favorite tennis player (with Martina being my first and foremost). My hopes are with you as you play the championship match at Wimbledon this Saturday.

Go baby, go. We'll be watching and rooting for you. Just play your best game, and you'll be wonderful.

A State of Emergency

Day 1

Bad thunderstorms swept through our town, and we lost our power. That means no air-conditioning, and the days have been in the triple digits. So it’s hot. But I count us as lucky. We have a hotel room for now. We both have medical conditions, such as a history of heat stroke and breathing difficulties.

We had to leave the kitties at home. We check on them in the evening, and they are fine and happy to see us. Our house isn't an oven; thank gawd. Don't know about tomorrow. It could break 100 degrees.

We know what time it is by when we have our meals. I just want to avoid people and stay calm, quiet and as cool as possible. It’s just all about taking care of Kathleen and myself. Don't want to be a burden to anyone.

Morning, Day 2

Another hot day. I wake up early for a Sunday. It’s only 76 degrees at 6 am. So I order breakfast from room service and wake up Kathleen when it arrives. We drink coffee, and I try to keep busy in an air-conditioned room that is getting smaller and smaller. And I remind myself that I'm one of the lucky ones. I’ll gladly pay for this luck.

I wonder if the federal government will shut down or go on liberal leave. I don't really want to spend the day alone in a hotel room. Maybe Kathleen will work remotely. I hope so. I really hope so.

Siesta time, Day 2

We've grown bored with living in a hotel. The hotel staff has been wonderful and very kind, but I long for our home and the cats. It’s just not the same without the cats around bothering us and meowing at us.

I’m watching more TV than is probably healthy for a normal person. But it helps to pass the time. And now it’s all about passing the time---the time until we get power.
Around 6 pm we'll go visit the cats and pick up a few things for our stay at the hotel. After we check on our house (do we or don't we have power?), we'll go out to dinner either in the hotel or somewhere that has power. Because it’s all about who's got the power nowadays, right!?!?

Evening, Day 2

We have power! Came to the house to check on the kitties and get some clothes, and everything looked dark. The houses looked dark, the street looked dark and even some of the medical office buildings looked dark. But lo and behold, I unlocked the front door, and lights were on and a fan was on. What a blessed sight.

Kathleen and I are very grateful for the hotel room and then getting our power back so soon. We've been lucky, and now I wonder what purposes I could put our good luck toward in addition to our own well-being. Something I'm going to ponder about.

Thanks to my dear friends for all your support and kind words. It helps so much to know that you're out there.

Birthday Wish for Our Country

Why is it always so HOT on the 4th of July? I know, it's summer, and of course it's hot in the summer. But here in DC we always have a heat wave on the 4th. I can tell you of 4ths that I spent in shopping malls to avoid the heat (once it was Pentagon City, so I guess that counts at least as patriotic). I've also spent the entire 4th at home, having declined invitations to BBQs, pool parties and fireworks on the Mall.

But this year I want to brave the crowds, search endlessly for a parking space, and endure the evening heat -- all to be with a local like-minded community as it celebrates the birth of our country with music and a display of fireworks. In the past, I've watched the fireworks from the Mall on TV. (Kathleen even hates that. She says that they roll the credits before the finale is over---whatever!)

But I'm feeling a little patriotic this year. And I'm feeling a little hopful too! Maybe we can get Barack re-elected, and the world can continue to follow a saner path. That's my birthday wish for our country...and the world!

Hot! Hot! Hot!

I just dread triple digit (100+ degrees) heat waves. It wouldn't be so bad if it was the dry heat of the West Coast. But no, it's that wet, stuffy and humid kind of heat. It often feels like you're walking in a pool, several feet underneath the surface, and it's close, hot and really wet. Definitely not my idea of a good time. But oh well, it's part of the package out here where things happen.

These heat waves have an interesting impact on relationships too. Even for those of us blessed to have air-conditioning, we know what's coming: confinement and general irritability that lasts for days. We both bank a lot of "I love yous" and "Thank you, Sweetie" in advance of the "duration." Basically we know we'll be going through something together, and we want to start off from a positive emotional high.

Even if the worst comes and we lose power, we've survived even that. Because of our health issues, we got ourselves an air-conditioned hotel room. It was a small room, and the confinement was even harder on us, but we managed. We just hauled our laptops to a restaurant with wifi. We ate well, and Kathleen worked, and I facebooked and wrote. We got by.

All I can say is be a survivor. You can cope with this heat. Just keep drinking water, and, most importantly, have a Plan A and a Plan B if you lose power. Good luck!!!

Uniforms Are Out, Costumes Are In

I'm sorta into fashion. Well, what's trendy this season for plus sizes and over 50 women. It's more limited than you might expect. My biggest finds were pink tops with 3/4 sleeve lengths. Never knew sleeve length and a V shaped neckline would make me part of a fashion trend, but I guess it does. Sorta makes me look a little femmey too. There doesn't seem to be too many fashion trends in butchy men's clothing. But I will admit that it's durable and yet dull as far as color goes.

But then I wear what amuses me...whatever costume pleases me. I leave the uniforms to people in the military and the civilians who are in business. I just play with my looks. How about you?

I'm So Superficial

I'm indulging in all things superficial. Stuff like bad movies, what celebrities are doing and wearing, what's in fashion and what's out. There are too many serious things to worry about nowadays. I've got to take cover in more superficial things, like where am I going to get my next manicure/pedicure. Maybe I'll even change my hair color or just buy more clothes that are finally on sale.

There are so many superficial things to do. At least I'm not just distracted. I'm focused in a way. The way of the superficial. Hmmm...I don't feel as stupid as I thought I would. Guess I'm in it for the duration (the elections that is). No doubt life will get really serious again next winter. Until then shop and spend money is my motto. (I'd rather eat, drink and be merry, but its heavy on the caloric intake---we're dieting, you know!)

The Confinement

We had a hot one today. I bet with the heat index we were in the triple digits (100+ degrees). We stayed inside. Kathleen can work at home and well, I write at home. So there we are, home in the comfortable air-conditioning and having our groceries delivered and our house cleaned by a service. And guess what...? We are cranky and irritable. We have no excuse except the CONFINEMENT. 
 
In the olden days people went out to the movies for the air-conditioning and the entertainment. Nowadays everything has come to our homes: videos, cds, video games, TV, radio and personal computers. You see, you can be throughly entertained and never leave your home except for the confinement issue.
 
Being home is great especially when the weather is awful. But when it's beautiful out, who wants to be confined? Not me and I bet not you. So as soon as the heat wave breaks, I'm eating outside at a lovely patio restaurant. Sound good? Its what's keeping me from biting off my beloved's head during this confinement. (Don't mistake me, I really do love her a lot.)

It's Almost Midnight on Mid-Summer's Night

It's been a long hot June day. Appointments made and cancelled. Deliveries postponed. All because of hot temperatures. It's the first day of summer. Oh my, what does this forbode? I've predicted a hotter-than-usual summer since we had a warmer-than-usual winter. I didn't consult the faithful Farmer's Almanac, but I'd bet we're in agreement.

And now it's nightime and Mid-Summer's Night. I don't have anything planned. Just the usual stuff. But the music that's being played is a little bit softer tonight. And I hear the drum beat a little clearer too. Oh yeah, I'm listening to the latest Buddha Bar cds. It's primal, like this night was for millennia. Now I live in a modern age with personal computers and air conditioning, but it's still a sultry night of sorts.

I don't even remember Shakespeare's Mid-Summer's Night's Dream. I remember loving it though. Must put it on my reading list. Just so I can remember it. It's almost midnight, and I wish I was younger and frolicing in the woods after nubile maidens. For my dreams and yours...

Done Short

My friends from my UCLA days are now 50+ years old. When we were young and sexy, we talked about feminism, being gay and who was the best in bed. Now a few of us are on Facebook together, and we all talk about facials, pedicures and yes, even getting a regular manicure.

We would have been horrified to say we got our nails done when we were young. Because for us nail length has so many connotations and consequences. I assume most of us still keep our nails short, even if its only as an insignia for being a lesbian.

I'm trying to get a manicure once every two weeks. It's a wonderful experience, especially the hand massage part. My nails are done short with clear polish. Kathleen's are done short too but buffed. We often get our nails done together. It's quite a turn-on.

A Rotation of About a Handful

Retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be. Since I'm home a lot, I get to do a lot of household chores. It's hard to not feel like a housewife with an income, albeit a small one. And then there's always MORE chores to do than can get done or that I want to do. So, like a housewife I'm never ahead of the game but almost always playing behind the eight ball.

So what do I do when I'm not home? We do errands and eat out. If it wasn't so hard on the wallet and the waistline, I could review a lot of restuarants we eat out at. Some boast many stars, and others are barely hole-in-the-walls. But to be frank, we're running out of new finds. We do the rotation of about a handful. And the handful is local. It's a deal to go into DC and eat there. We do it occasionally, but because of the limited parking getting there usually involves a combination of Metro and taxis.

Another reason I think we avoid going into DC is because local is far more gentle than the big city downtown intensity of DC. As I age I'm more drawn to the familar and less likely to go for the "adventure." I swore I wouldn't be like this when I was young, but I just can't fight Mother Nature I guess.

But still, we have our favorite restuarants...a place for a steak....a place for a milk shake...or maybe a place for a salad or good deli. Sure we'd like them all to be a little better in quality, but hell, at least we've got them. And sometimes its OK to be happy with what you have. Gee, I guess, retirement really is pretty sweet after all.

Was It a Circus or a Rally?

As promised I did a little review of the media coverage of Capital Pride. No big surprises I'm afraid.

ABC News' front photo was of a young nipple-painted woman who was topless and standing next to Mayor Gray (his eyes were leveled at the young woman's chest, not her face or her eyes.)

In the photo slide show that followed there were a lot of provocative shots that focused on sexuality (but not in a romantic or let's get married kinda way). An I'm-still-in-the-closet-but-here-for-the-fun-shot of two people shielding their faces from the photographer's camera reminded me that not everyone is out yet.

Huffington Post had a photo of a handmade sign equating gay/lesbian rights with human rights, quoted from Hilary Clinton. At least Huffington Post didn't treat PRIDE like a circus but more like a political rally.

The media really doesn't get us, or if they do, why are we selling ourselves so short?

National Pride Weekend

Capital Pride will host an estimated 250,000 this weekend. The parade will be on Saturday, and the festival will be on Sunday. Even though Kathleen and I won't be attending either (we don't do crowds well), I will be very interested in monitoring for positive media coverage on TV and the Internet. If you're interested in more information, I suggest that you google Capital Pride or look for Pride activities in your local area on the Internet. In the meanwhile, I want to wish a HAPPY PRIDE to everyone who is LGBT and to all our friends and supporters too!!!

Coming Home

Sometimes it's hard to go back home again. And then again it's hard to come home again too. My recent trip to LA left me confused about where home was. 

Once we arrived in LA, the very sunlight struck me as familar. Oh, how I remember that bright white sunlight that shone almost every day. I felt a string being plucked like my soul was a cello resonating some deep note. But then everything also had a honeyed/tannish cast about it. The colors of LA, its roads and its landscrapes, shook me up. I had painted  for years but never with a Southern Californian palette. I guess I hide away these colors for a private inspiration or maybe as a source of grief.

I left California over 25 years ago with a heavy heart. My girlfriend and I couldn't afford to live in LA and finish our degrees at UCLA. So we chose to go to the University of Oregon to finish our degrees. We both got our degrees from the University of Oregon, but we didn't get them together. We had split up.

But of course I met another wonderful woman that I would share Oregon with as well as a cross country road trip to a life in Virginia. We were together for over 8 years and then we split up. I was left alone in Virginia. I called it home for a while even though I never really ever felt "at home."

Finally I met the love of my life, Kathleen. We set up house in Maryland. I was at loose ends for a long time in Maryland. Everything felt "off" and "odd". I was still very consumed by my former life in LA. My life in LA seemed unfinished, and I always wondered what kind of person I would have become if I had stayed there.

While DC has many drawbacks, and I've never felt appreciated here professionally, I've become a better person for working in the psychological field. If I had stayed in LA, I would have gotten sucked up into the Entertainment Industry. And then gawd only knows what the condition of my soul would be.

Now I've lived as many years outside California as I did growing up in California. And while LA can still tug at my heart and soul, I like living in Silver Spring with Kathleen, Perrier and Evian. Because with them I have a home.

Not Serena's Night

Well, Serena lost a big one in the 1st round at Roland Garros  (a record breaker for her). Kathleen and I watched the match on tape, and it just wasn't Serena's night. Maybe she just couldn't rely on her serve or paint the lines like she usually does. And then there was the French crowd, who were vocally pulling for her French opponent. Or maybe as Kathleen speculated in a moment of new age color theory, her sea green outfit while beautiful was not a fierce enough color for winning a grand slam.

But regardless of the reasons for Serena's poor performance, after a second-set tie-break that Serena lost and that left her in tears, I think our American Champion realized she wasn't going to win this one. All that remained was saving face. And so she did; she played out the match like a champion.  She lost the match but not her dignity.

Little Known Roland Garros

Everyone knows about tennis and Wimbledon. Most know about the US Open. But only a few seem to know about the Austrailian Open (maybe due to the time differences). However, only the people who "follow tennis" watch Roland Garros (aka the French Open). Oh, I've heard that the French people can be difficult and that they don't like Americans. That may be so, but I love the footage of Paris, its landscapes and cultures. And most importantly, I adore the French people's sense of style.

Voilà---Let's play tennis, my friends...

I've Been Zapped

Every time I return from a trip to LA, I engage in a compare and contrast essay that usually lasts for upwards to a week or so.  This is much to Kathleen's annoyance. My need to "process" these two coasts and two parts of my life and psyche can go on for hours (as my therapist knows oh so well). So I will be brief.
 
As an overweight middle-age woman living on the East Coast I don't get many men or women for that matter who look at me with a smile and sexual glint in their eyes.  Over the years I've missed these everyday and playful flirtations that were so much a part of my youth.
 
Well I got zapped a lot while I was in LA.  Getting zapped is when someone just says "hi" and flashes you with their eyes a look that says " I like you." I grew up with this kind of interaction all the time. It's great for the ego then and now too.  (And it makes you believe you're a hottie even if you're not...which is worth millions!!!)
 
Sure, I know, that those young men and woman most likely thought that I might be someone who could help advance their careers in the entertainment industry. But maybe not. Maybe we we just wanted to get zapped and flirt a little. And really, couldn't the world use a little more playful flirting?

Just Me

I've been on this planet for half a century. I've worked for over thirty years, and I've contributed to the greater good in many ways both personal and political. Along the way I've played many roles and had many manifestations. Now finally I get to re-create myself for me. Not for an employer, not for the lesbian community or not even for my partner.
 
As a retired person, I have no one to please but myself. I feel so liberated by this. No more peer pressure. I can dress whatever way I want. I can wear my hair in a way that pleases me. And no longer is the lesbian haircut required for identification purposes as a political activist.
 
Over the past two years, I've grown out my hair. Many lesbians of my generation no longer ID me as gay. Somehow the "lesbian haircut" made me feel like just another cookie cutter lesbian. I love having longer hair, and trust me it doesn't make me look like a femme either. Kathleen recently joked that I've now become the "Fabio among lesbians." Kathleen likes the longer hair even though she wears her hair short.
 
Becoming me means being a bit of an eccentric while trendy at the same time. I do Versace eyeglass frames and Birkenstocks in the same outfit. Sound confusing? It's not really. I'm just being me. Not a fashion plate or a political party type. Just me.

The Voice Finds Us

The Voice has nearly taken over my life on Monday and sometimes Tuesday nights. We didn't watch evening TV much until the Voice. Now we're hooked on the show's competition and who will eventually become the number one "Voice."
 
I've never watched American Idol or Dancing with the Stars. So these talent shows are still new to me. But finally, even "I  who does not watch TV" has succumbed. I mean consider our other options...ok, we've got hundreds of channels on cable but how many do you really watch? 10 to maybe 15? And of those, who nowadays wants to watch the news, sitcoms, another WWII war documentary or a silly romantic comedy on the Disney channel?
 
We've done it all before. But give us a singing competition, the American Dream, and a good show among hopefuls, and we can't get enough.
 
On the Voice, we all have our favorites who we are pulling for or even voting for. These hopefuls compete for exposure and a possible big break in the music business, such as a record contract (or maybe even more...) We want them to succeed...We want them to win! Because somehow we'll win a little too!  

Livin' The Good Life --- Cat Style

Our cats live the Good Life. Not only do they have the best in food, shelter and medical care, they have an attending Cat Goddess (or Keeper of the Cat Shrine). My beloved Kathleen administers to the cats' emotional, psychological and general well-being; she pets them constantly and talks to them all the time. (I feed them with an occasional pet here and there.)
 
Now we have a TV show for us cat lovers--"My Cat From Hell" on Animal Planet. (For a quick fix, check out the videos on the Animal Planet website.)  It showcases Jackson Galaxy, who is an eccentric yet charming (of course) cat whisperer by day and a musician by night. He visits distressed companions of cats and offers rehabilitative solutions for their cats'  psychological issues. This show is fascinating if you're into the psychology of cats.
 
Kathleen made me watch six episodes back-to-back one Saturday. She's hooked on the show and now follows Jackson Galaxy advice like some people follow their Sunday minister's sermon. One example is when Jackson encouraged companions of older cats to take their cat into the vet for once-a-year check-ups. All of a sudden our Perrier was listless (which she was--it was winter). Perrier went to our vet and came out with a clean bill of health that cost over $350. We were happy but a little unhappy about the bill---does it really cost so much to tell me our cat is healthy?
 
But the best advice we got from Jackson Galaxy focuses on the importance of cat trees for kitties. We already had one, but it was old, frayed from clawing and just generally very used. So Kathleen went shopping on the internet and found one of the best cat trees that money can buy. She even assembled it (without cursing or meltdowns). And it looks beautiful.
 
The new cat tree took a little while for our kitties to claim. But it's now theirs. Unfortunately, the cats won't part with the old cat tree. So now the cats have their own furniture in our living room.
 
So I guess you could say Kathleen comes with cats. And I love her for it too.

Friends Are Asking For More…

I had no idea that I would still be blogging Forgetful After Fifty. Somehow the muses have remained faithful to me and have whispered sweet inspirations on a regular schedule. I am just these comedic muses' typist, and sometimes I wish I could type faster to keep up with them.  But my slow typing gives both the muses and me ample room to edit as we go. And we go a little here and a little there until finally we have sentences, paragraphs, and lastly, a posting.

But this isn’t funny, you say. True, even my cats are funnier than writing about writing. You’re right---It’s really boring.

But you must understand that we writers fret about process and are amazed by its mysterious qualities like gleaming gems in sunlight. The best of us and the worst of us live for those moments when we are entranced or just “channeling” some muses’ work which we later claim as our own.

Basically, we writers don’t understand what we are doing but we do it nonetheless.

So I’m going to keep doing it,. Hopefully, my muses will be funnier in the next posting. Maybe I'll get back to funny basics: CATS.

I Want to Play Keyboards

I love music. I listen to it almost every waking moment. Well something at least that most of us would consider music. But do I "know it" or "understand it"? Not at all. When I played a little (and I mean a little) piano when I was in high school, I learned to read music well enough to be in the school's choir. That was the extent of my musical education.

Since then, I've bought and played over 700 CDs. Oh, I have my favorites, but I'm also proud of my range in musical tastes---from Opera to Pop or as artists go from Mozart to Buddha Bar.

But I also want to play an instrument. My voice is old, thin and has got more "grit" in it from cigarettes than a rock quarry. So the voice is out. I've decided that I want to get an electronic keyboard because we have no room for a piano, which is my first choice.

I want to play keyboards. Take lessons. Practice when Kathleen's home. And drive her up the walls. (Gee, I hope I won't be that bad, but you know I will be.)

If you think I can take lessons at 50 years of age and learn to play the keyboards, give me a "like" in the comments section. But don't worry. I'll still blog. I don't think I really have got a serious future as a rocker!

Name Something Wonderful After Me

You know, everyone wants something named after them...a street, a building or a song. Well, I got something named after me. That's right, "Diane's Large Economy Shower Cap." It was so ugly. It looked like something you'd see in a surgical ward. I think next time I'm gonna go after a street...in a nice residential area.

My First Pair of Birkenstocks

I know, I know...I'm way behind the curve on this one. Well, almost three to four decades behind, but I've caught up...I bought my first pair of Birkenstock's just a week ago. It was a long time in the coming for me.

Even though I'm from California, which everyone thinks is a hip and happening place, I grew up among the conservatives. And trust me in the 60's and 70's, they didn't buy their children hippy Birkenstocks. God forbid! They bought their children sensible shoes, and so I wore Keds sneakers---remember those?

Well, as life would have it, I've worked my way from the conservative Keds to the hippy-dippy Birkenstocks. It's been a twisty, long, and sometimes treacherous trek. But now I'm outfitted for my retirement journey. And I made it to the other side. WOO HOO!!!

Thanks Guys!

I’ve been blogging Forgetful After Fifty for about 9 months or the time it takes to bring a baby into this world. I have endeavored to remain true to a whimsical, musing approach to life. And also I have attempted to present the unique perspective of an older lesbian who is partnered and who lives with cats.

One thing about this blogging business that I don’t like (as its author) is that I never see the faces of my audience. I just hope that you all laugh when I hoped you would laugh and you also teared-up when I anticipated you would.

But your comments have been really helpful, and I appreciate them a lot. They at least give me some idea if I’m amusing you or not. Please feel free to comment either on the blog or to me personally. Or better yet become a follower. I know none of us consider ourselves a follower to anybody else. Think of it as we are all leading and following each other at the same time. Or consider this: you will just have to sign-up for my blogroll. Either which way, you’ll be assured of getting each one of Forgetful After Fifty’s postings

Well, just before this posting, the blog reached the 3,000 pageviews mark. The blog has traveled around the world to English-speaking and many non-English speaking countries. We indeed are everywhere.

Thanks so much for reading Forgetful After Fifty. I’m having a blast. I hope you are too!

With laughter,
Diane

Taxes, UGH!!!

Hey guys, its that time again. The IRS has got us in its grips with the April 17th deadline. Have you filed yet? Or are you only filing for an extension?

Death and taxes are the two things you can't avoid in life. And everyone feels different about taxes, well sorta different. One thing is certain; no one wants to pay more taxes than they have to. But everyone has different ideas about how the taxes ought to be spent. And some of us want even less taxes collected.

Regardless of your political viewpoint on taxes, taxes will dutifully be collected by the IRS. Some of us will pay taxes to the IRS, and some of us will get money back. For a lot of us, we will engage in a Spring spending spree. For others, we'll deposit the money in the bank and see a bump in our savings account.

Either which way I hope the economy grows and joblessness declines because we've got an important election coming up...

The Write Stuff

I'm finally doing something I enjoy because I simply enjoy doing it. Not for money, not for recognition, not for popularity and certainly not for fame. I enjoy writing and I think more so than your average writer. Because from all the writing classes I've taken, everyone acts as if the writing is just something they did while alone to pass some time. Now, in class, they want to talk about agents, publishers and producers. That's where their passion lies. And then there's the market research and demographics and your target audience. It's easy to get consumed with the sale side of writing and forget about your writing itself.

I know this all too well. I did it until now, and if you don't believe how obsessed I was with selling my work, ask Kathleen. Maybe now I've gone extremely the other way and want only my artistic freedom. (I'm sure I'll find the middle road some time soon.)

But in the meanwhile I'm still looking for a writing class. I wonder which one will be right for me?