Why does it take me so long to do
these Blog entries? I enjoy writing them
and am excited when someone tells me they liked the entry, so what’s holding me
back. I come downstairs each day with
good intentions and inevitably get side tracked checking emails and looking at
what’s going on in the world until that little spark of ambition
disappears. When I do finally regroup
and key into Microsoft Word I end up staring at the blank screen waiting for an
inspiration. Looking down at my hand I
see that the fingers are not moving toward the keys, just laying there in an
arthritic like stupor. Why can’t I get
something going? Just checked the
records and discovered that I had not written anything since January 2nd.
When I began doing these Blogs my
intention was to use this as a vehicle to vent my bitches which seemed to
become more and more frequent as I entered my Golden Years. Since the Blog was
begun I’ve made 106 entries which dealt with many, many of my complaints. I think my hesitation in writing is the fear
of repeating myself and boring my readers.
Well I wrote the above on
Thursday, left it alone till Friday afternoon with the hope that exciting,
funny, enlightening things would pop into my brain. Sorry to report it isn’t so. I’ve been trying
to take it easy in the eating department to see if I could lose a few pounds
and fit into a batch of “too small pants” that have been nestled in the back of
my closet. Scale this morning shows the
departure of about 9-1/2 (I’ll write it out: nine and one half, looks
better). Not too bad for a couple of
weeks of behavior, but still a long way from that locked in treasure trove of
pants. Even so, I thought I’d go outside
and give this slightly smaller body a test.
I grabbed the jug of weed killer
and started bending over and squirting those green things sprouting from the
spaces in my driveway pavers. Key word
here is bending, didn’t take long before I was sucking wind and hoping I’ll be
able to stand up. Guess what, success
was mine. I even decided I’d tackle
something else. Weeds began to take over
such a large circle around a pine tree, spraying would give me a carpel tunnel
syndrome and create a major rise in “Round Up” stock. So with this new developing body I grabbed a
rake and attacked. Well about half way
through the project breathing became difficult, arms got tired and sweat found
its way all over my body my body. All of
a sudden my brain kicked into high gear and I leaned the rack against the fence
and left the pile of raked weeds and came down here to tell you all about it.
What happened to this body of
mine? It seems to have fallen apart
overnight. It’s been fun being a “Strong Polish Bull” most of my life, but I
guess I’ll have to try and get used to the new me.
Do you see what just happened
here? I’m back to and aging bitch. I’m sure if I keep writing I’ll be back to complaining
about TV commercials, restaurant food and service, and my lousy golf game, so
I’m signing off…….see you when an exciting thought jumps into this skull of
mine.
