Ah, September…my favorite month of the entire year. It rushes in to the discordant noise of cowbells, the rhythmic beat of marching bands, and a new energy shoving out the lazy days of summer.
My roommate has been driving me crazy. She is a regular motor-mouth. She babbles incessantly about everything under the sun, even when I’m trying to read or balance my bank statement.
Sometimes I go outside in a vain attempt to escape her, but she follows me right out the door, chattering
My Nashville son came to visit last week. He spent the week upgrading the electronics in my home to be more hi-tech and confusing which means I can’t figure out how to operate some of my appliances any longer. He installed timers on all my lamps so they come on and go off even though I’ve nodded off.
What a memorable food week. It began with the funeral of one of my favorite cousins and ended with a family reunion today. During that period, my favorite size six black shorts will no longer zip. Even if they would, they have become an inch shorter and the waist rolls over. Mystery, huh?
I know. I should be enjoying summer activities the way most normal people do. But I’m already planning for Christmas and gardening at the same time! How perfect.
My Boomer friends and I have been discussing how we don’t want or need any more “stuff”, thoughtful though it always is. We have all arrived at a place in our lives where material things no longer satisfy.