July 1 is always an important day in my life. The year reaches the halfway mark and you get a chance for a “do-over” – just in case you haven’t followed through with the resolutions you set six months ago on New Year’s Eve.
I remember two graduations in my life – the one when I graduated from sixth grade into junior high, and tonight when I graduated from “Bootcamp in June,” – without passing out.
Above, left, Coach Tompkins, the meanest, yet sweetest man who ever lived, is trying to whip Marie and me into shape. The others are our accidental friends: Indie, Stan Acy, Steven Dewberry, Prewitt (our other coach who played football at MSU and Jackson State and will be competing in August for Iron Man of the World or something), Cary Hardin and Robin Fant.
I’m taking the picture from a prone position on the ground – because I just needed a rest.
I’d love to know who coined the term “senior moments.” It has become a household phrase in my world, and I’m only in my 50s (fifty-thirteen to be exact).
Personally, I’d love to have a senior moment in the singular sense, but I’m more likely to experience “senior days” and sometimes even “senior weeks!” I was told by a medical professional not to worry about these mental glitches – everyone has them. No problem.
I know, I need to get a real life, but this one feels pretty good for now. Anyway, I have developed an interest in retro recipes – especially those from the 40s, 50s and 60s.
Mama said there would be days like this.
I bet you’ve had them too – the toilet is clogged, the dog just barfed up pieces of your favorite hair brush, and the humidity makes your hair look like you stuck your finger in a light socket.
Here are some suggestions on how to break the chain of unhappy events and restart your day.