I had eagerly been looking forward to hearing from my best friend today. That is, until he called.
Yes, he had a great week off. Sure, he enjoyed skiing at a resort with old friends. Yeah, he had a good time bringing his long-planned Thanksgiving menu to life.
BUT he really doesn't feel like working today … and he's not sure this job is a good fit anyway … but who wants to look for a new job during the holidays? The holidays are soooo busy … and his whole life feels rather temporary because they are still living in a rented house … but househunting in this new city is depressing because all the homes are so much more expensive and on such smaller lots …
My best friend is Eeyore personified.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Silver threads
Uh-oh. I'm getting ready for work, my first day back at the office after my long birthday weekend, and I notice two gray hairs over my right ear. This does not make me happy. I wonder what else is going on under all that Nice & Easy #108.
I'm reminded of that old Elvis song, "How many, how many I wonder. But I really don't want to know."
I'm reminded of that old Elvis song, "How many, how many I wonder. But I really don't want to know."