Well wasn’t that a lovely break?
Didj’all miss my rants, my insights, or just my nonsense? Know what? Doesn’t matter. We both know I don’t pretend to care here on my Not A Nice Lady Blog.
I took eight days off from blogging, while my kids had nine off from school. I read some of you some of the time, the same way I still drove to school during that time. There weren’t too many cold, dark mornings and there were few late nights. I owned most of my days. In typical Joey fashion, I did some cleaning and reorganization, but I also had more time to sleep and snuggle, to read and watch shows. I always aim for balance.
I had a peaceful Thanksgiving, breezy as ever. I love Thanksgiving. I’m especially fond of after Thanksgiving, when one can eat pumpkin pie for breakfast and cold, dry turkey sammiches for lunch — and that last day of turkey, when I make the noodles. Oh y’all, the noodle time, it is upon us!
On the Saturday after, I like to put up my tree. Putting up the tree is one of the happiest days of the year for me, and I treat it like a holiday. I went back to an artificial tree this year. Chose a slim model. Skinny trees make good sense when you live in a bungalow.
I had my birthday yesterday, which added white-on-white cake to pumpkin pie.
There are two more birthdays next week, adding even more cake. What a great time of year!
For stretchy pants.
I continue to age naturally, and hopefully with some grace. I started this at 40 but most of you weren’t reading me then. I hope to inspire others to embrace the whateverness they’re experiencing as time goes on. In my case, drying, crinkling, the appearance of old sun damage. I think “29 Forever” is lame as fuck. You’ll never hear me complain about lookin old. I am grateful for every bit of my age. It’s a sort of morbid gratitude, like my immune system is eight hundred years old but none of the diseases have killed me yet and my kids will all be old enough to remember me when I die, but still, it’s sincere gratitude.
When I got out of bed at 5:08 this morning and immediately wobbled into my bedroom wall and tangled with my curtains, I still looked out the window and thanked God for another day. And I get to live here, where it’s cold outside in November and the sun isn’t trying to kill me. How fortunate am I? SO fortunate!
The weather this week is my ideal, lots of 50s and some rain expected. The Mister found us a woolly worm last week, and I collected him to see what he had to say about the upcoming winter. His bristles told me there will be no winter, Mary. Not a speck of black to be seen.
So, how’ve you been? What’s been goin on? Got any predictions? Have you any CAKE?