Here is my latest pondering: is it winter or old age that is making me cranky? I hope it’s the former but fear it’s the latter since I’m cranky year round these days. Dang me, that is not who I want to be but man, I sure get annoyed easily these days. Somehow, somewhere along the way I’ve become the crazy cat lady minus the cats or one cranky old broad. Continue reading
There was a day when she realized she didn’t have what it takes after all.
I have become a flake in my older age. This little fact bothers me because I didn’t used to be one. In fact, it was a matter of pride which could lead someone to point out perhaps that’s the reason why I’ve been humbled. But we’ll leave that for a discussion to be filed in the “Never Gonna Happen” file. I never needed to write anything down as long as I was focused on something when it was told to me or shown to me, I remembered it. Darn near forever. Sometimes I wished I could forget. Even though I used to carry a planner around it was empty. I guess I just thought the nerd look worked for me.
My eyes are keeping my life interesting. One thing I inherited from my father is a love of crossword puzzles. When I have a moment, I work the newspaper’s daily crossword. Tonight, I had a moment. The puzzle was fairly easy and I moved quickly until I got to 30 across. I needed a five letter word for “Tilted women.” Tilted women? I’ve heard of jilted women but not tilted. An image of a row of women with their right legs much shorter than their left legs causing them to lean to the right popped into my head. That would make a woman tilted alright but what’s a five letter word for it? I skipped it and moved on.