Retirement and the Sleep Factor.

You must all have noticed how great you feel when you wake up after a really good night’s sleep. As slumber drifts from your body and mind, you feel good, ready to handle anything the day throws at you. You’re rested and in control.

So why is sleep so elusive? This past week has been awful! Much too stressful, long hours at work, followed by coming home and worrying if I’d got everything done. Each night after going to bed, I’d remember something important I’d missed. That paid to my sleep.

Last night was the first night in almost a week that I slept long and hard, and woke up feeling refreshed. If only I felt like this every day. I think my massage and reflexology helped, but that’s a luxury I can only occasionally afford. How do I manage to sleep on a regular basis? I sleep well on vacation, because there’s nothing to worry about.

I’m wondering if perhaps its time to retire.

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Getting Old is NOT for wimps!

growingoldI’m 59 years young, feel pretty healthy, although I do get tired a little easier now. It might help if I slowed down a little. Never!

I remember when I went for a physical and came out wondering why I’d wasted a couple of hours just to be told I was fit and healthy. Wish those days were back. My last annual check up ended in my having to take a stress test. It wasn’t fun, I was hooked up to weird equipment while riding a stationary bike. They monitored my heart on an ultrasound machine. I tearfully remembered the ultrasounds I had when I was pregnant with my daughter. Those days are long gone…I miss them.

Well now on to a cardiologist!

How do I feel about that? DETERMINED! I am determined not to be given a regiment of pills. Instead I’m starting a healthier diet (if I eat much healthier I’ll fade away). Red meat is a treat for a very special occasion now. More veggies (I already eat my weight in them), Elk instead of beef, chicken instead of pork, etc. etc. I’m already gluten intolerant, learned that earlier this year. Poor me! No wait a minute, lucky me, I’m still alive and I’m going to get healthier with each passing day. Yes, growing old isn’t for wimps, but I’m no wimp and age comes to everyone.

 

Kick Back and enjoy the View!

I was going to say life is a marathon, but really it’s not is it, its more of a scavenger hunt. We rush from one event to another. We’re born, we reach that magical age, we leave school, learn to drive, graduate college, get engaged, get married, have children, they get married, have children and so it goes on.

All the major events in our life are very special, but so is what lies in between. Sometimes we forget this.

My beautiful daughter and her husband are spending the day with us today, I think its time to kick back, relax and enjoy the viewDSC00324

Aging the Write Way

Growing old

As I went to put the carton of milk in the oven this morning, and the croissants in the fridge to warm, I thought about my mum and laughed. Yes, I’ve become her. I used to make fun of her all of the time for doing these things. When I was in my teens and twenties, I thought I’d be young forever. Little did I know how quickly those years would pass. Old age creeps up quickly. Everyone seems to be younger than me now. I’m not quite sixty yet, but very close.

Nothing can slow down aging, its part of life, but life doesn’t have to slow down because of it. I’ve been writing since I was eleven or twelve. My head is full of stories.  Every single day is an adventure to me. The older I get, the more important, its become to share my adventures. Some will make you laugh, others, well you’ll think I’m crazy. There’s one thing for sure, I’m not going to keep them locked in my brain until I die, I’m aging the write way!

 

Dead of July is the my first novel. I published it 2013. It took a couple of years to write, and another year to edit and perfect. Give it a try. Its based on real events that happened to me when I was in my early twenties. 

Selfie the Old Fashioned Way!

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Sunny Sunday!

sunny sunday

Bitter cold, but beautifully bright.

Look at me!

DSC03212Look at me I’m sixty-three!

Actually I,’m 59, but that didn’t rhyme!

I’m almost old, but incredibly bold,

Young at heart, and ready to start,

A new adventure.

So watch out world, here I come. 

Taking Care of Business – What Women Do!

Sick manAfter being on this earth for almost fifty-nine years….(Oh Lord I’m Old), it has come to my attention that the fairer sex (yes I’m talking about women), are much tougher than men.

I know, I’m slow to catch on to these things! I like to believe the best of everyone.

I’ve been ‘under the weather’ for a while (nothing contagious), but did it stop me getting up and going to work every day?

NO!

Did my home become a mess? NO!

Did the washing, cleaning, cooking and shopping still get done?

YES!

Did I still fix my face and dress immaculately for work every morning?

YES!

Did I moan and complain? (okay, maybe a little).

When a man is ill? No words needed. The image says it all.

No my husband isn’t ill, this is just and observation.

Stepfather – a Father’s Day Wish to You!

Looking up to you Dad, and hope you’re looking down on me with that funny smile on your upside down lips!

Your took on a teenager when you married my mum. A teenager who’d never known a father. You were an impostor in my eyes. The more you tried to make me like you, the more I rebelled. You never gave up though!

You’ve been gone a long time, and my mum is with you now.

I hope you’re both happy, I miss you. Dad, I loved you all the time, I was just too rebellious to show it!

My Stepfather with my daughter - Happy Fathers Day. I do miss you!

My Stepfather with my daughter – Happy Fathers Day. I do miss you!

Changes

When you get to a certain age, you start to look back over your life. I find myself doing that more and more. I’m not OLD, but I’m not young either. I’m closer to 60 than 50. Of course I’ve been influenced by events and people over the years, but I’ve done most things my way, and I’m proud of it.

Beat the clock

I was born in the fifties…Of course I remember nothing of those years. I was too young. I don’t even have any photographs. For some reason this TV show pricks my memory. Bruce Forsythe and ‘Beat the Clock’

Twiggy

Twiggy

I do remember the sixties…I became a teenager during those exciting years. Looking back the sixties changed everyone’s life. Twiggy, Rock Festivals, oh the music.

Ch ch changes

Ch ch changes

I do remember the seventies…I drove my parents insane during those exciting years. The music was the best I can remember. David Bowie, Mott the Hoople, Lou Reid, Motown. David Bowie was my idol. I dyed my hair red, spiked it up and became his biggest fan. I traveled all the way from my home in Brompton-on-Swale, North Yorkshire to see him perform at Earls Court in London. It was one of the highlights of my life. I got married in 1977 too! I’m still married. In the time that getting divorced was the thing to do, we stay married. It wasn’t always a bed of roses, but after 38 years we’re still together.

The eighties

The eighties

In the eighties music, and the world turned weird…hairstyles and fashion were garish and bright. There was some good music, but no one seemed to have any direction. I had a blast during the eighties because I was in my twenties and living in Germany. I also gave birth to a beautiful baby girl so the eighties were special for me.

In the nineties…we moved to the good old US of A. It was an exciting adventure. We made new friends, learned the American language (which is much different to British English), visited San Francisco, rode horses, went to baseball games. It was different and we liked it. We must have liked it a lot, we’re still here!

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And now we’re in the 21st Century…wow!

My daughter is married and living in a different city. She earns more than me! I’ve become a writer, just part-time because I still work. What do I think of the 21st Century? I love it…but I still listen to David Bowie!

I’ve written lots of short stories about the seventies, which are currently being edited, but my first novel is set in Germany in the eighties. Its a ghost story called Dead of July.

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