I really wish I could take credit for that title...isn't it great? Actually it's the name of a book I'm reading right now about getting back out there on the dating scene after leaving a marriage (or being left from a marriage) after many years, or after becoming a widow.
And I must say I find the info quite helpful...
Okay, so I'm not ready to do it, but I might be next week (or most likely next year). And honestly after being married for fifteen years and suddenly single, I'm a little terrified of showing my middle-aged (albeit fit) body to anyone. Right now can't imagine it. But this book is showing me that it is possible, when I'm ready. Jeeze, I'm just trying to find out who I really am after putting someone else's needs first for so many years. Anyway, I'm enjoying the book and thought others might too.
Love and laughs...
Friday
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LIVING IN HELL!
So it is hot as Satan's finger tips today in L.A...
Not that I'm complaining, but when you go from 60F to 100F in point 24 hours with no transitional weather in between it kind of puts everyone into a weird kind of funk, and people wander around asking, "How did we get from there to here so fast, and do I put the winter clothes away finally, or give it another week?" kind of conundrum.
Even Shakespeare (my cat) and Marlowe (my dog) can't decide if they should sleep on the warm comfy blanket in their cat/doggy beds or cool cotton sheets on mine.
And when it's hot EVERYONE is out! That's right. If you think the freeways are bad on a regular day out here, just try getting through on a nice day - when everyone, including their mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, niece, nephew, and extended family of any kind feels the need to get on the road and DO SOMETHING for the halibut! fogetoboutit!
I do love sunny days, but not the ones where you literally get singed, and smell asphalt. But hey all in all, I love L.A. and besides there are waaaaay more pressing issues then me burning up here.
BP Oil Spill anyone???
Not that I'm complaining, but when you go from 60F to 100F in point 24 hours with no transitional weather in between it kind of puts everyone into a weird kind of funk, and people wander around asking, "How did we get from there to here so fast, and do I put the winter clothes away finally, or give it another week?" kind of conundrum.
Even Shakespeare (my cat) and Marlowe (my dog) can't decide if they should sleep on the warm comfy blanket in their cat/doggy beds or cool cotton sheets on mine.
And when it's hot EVERYONE is out! That's right. If you think the freeways are bad on a regular day out here, just try getting through on a nice day - when everyone, including their mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, niece, nephew, and extended family of any kind feels the need to get on the road and DO SOMETHING for the halibut! fogetoboutit!
I do love sunny days, but not the ones where you literally get singed, and smell asphalt. But hey all in all, I love L.A. and besides there are waaaaay more pressing issues then me burning up here.
BP Oil Spill anyone???
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