I'd like to take a departure from my usual whining about my present status, (if I do it too often, though, this blog could lose its raison d'être).
I have mentioned it before. I have much to be grateful for in my life. Aside from the blessings of a good job, a roof over my head and great-to-wonderful children, I have family and friends who have guided and shielded me, shielded me during my worst moments.
There is another strata of friends that once in a while leap out of cyberspace and make me laugh and ponder. My fellow bloggers. I have only recently come to appreciate this medium and am in the process of carving out my niche. In this short time, however, I have met some generous souls and received many a needed cyber hug. And here is one of them:
I have been awarded the Liebster Award by Miriam: (the quoted text is from her blog).
"The Liebster Award is meant to connect us even more and spotlight new bloggers who have less than 200 followers – but hopefully not for long. The rules are:
1.Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2.Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3.Post the award on your blog.
4.Bask in the love from the most supportive people on the Internet – other writers.
5.And best of all – have fun and spread the karma!"
So, thank you Miriam for your encouragement and for sharing your experience! Now, how do I pass on this coveted prize without it sounding like an acceptance speech... Here are my picks for blogs in the under 200 followers category.
- I would like to pass on the award to my new blogger friends Midlife Singlemum as she shares her journey, and to New Day New Lesson as she spreads a smile.
- I would like to pass on the award to Rhonda . I can't even begin to find the words...
- I would like to pass on the award to a very old friend, Lois as she shares her difficult experience
- And last but not least to Janice who aside from EVERYTHING else, feeds me.
So thank you all for sending your karma my way...
Wishing us all blessings and peace of mind.
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I was away for a while travelling in the US, visiting my family. It was a great distraction from my usual obsessions and a departure from my routines. Unfortunately, while not uninspired, I was feeling quite non-creative and viewed my experiences with less humor than melancholy.
While on holiday, I felt torn between saving the writing for a moment of inspiration that kept with the past blog entries, or writing even if my thoughts took a different direction.
I have opted for the latter. As it turns out I "need" to write more than I thought I did.
For a few days during my vacation, I sat in New England, at my sister's desk, finally satisfied that I had subjugated her ergonomic keyboard, but mass quantities of anti cold symptom syrup left me woozy at best and hallucinating at worst. Here is the result:
Having returned from Northampton, Mass, the lesbian capital of the east coast, I imagined myself as a resident, over 50, and looking for a man. Now THERE's a blog idea for you...
Or how about this scenario: Having returned from a Phillies game, I imagined myself up to bat, two outs, bases loaded, bottom of the ninth and crying.
Well, I'm back in Israel:
- I'm not in New England and not up to bat.
- I'm still looking for a man and still crying.
I'm pleased to report that one has nothing to do with the other.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
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That's it... I got the blood tests back.... I'm post menopausal....
While my doctor says that I should give a zillion thanks that I didn't suffer hot flashes, I was COUNTING on hormonal havoc as a ready excuse for just about everything.
NOW how am I going to explain the mood swings? The sudden tears? My bitchy twin?
And if it is not enough that I didn't get to use the excuses of menopause, does it seem fair that I don't even get the full advantages of empty nest? This later life mothering has me saying goodbye to my hormones while saying hello to 14 year old daughter - hereinafter referred to as Her Royal Highness' - hormones.
Oh.... and did I forget to mention that not only do I have to deal with being over 50 and blind-dating, but all previous illusions that I could compete with younger women seem truly ludicrous, as my self confidence is left behind, lost somewhere in the aisles between the tampons and the prune juice?
The up-side? My doctor exclaimed, "Congratulations, your ovaries have stopped working, you don't need birth control anymore!" Given the current state of affairs, that's like wasting youth on the young...
I know that nothing has really changed in my life except the added official knowledge of my new status. I'll get over it. I've gotten over worse.
But for now, humor me.... I think it is worth a pout or two.
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