Saturday, March 29, 2008

Other shoe dropping

Yes, this is the winter of my discontent, physically and emotionally. To further exacerbate the stress, my body seems to think it's in hibernation mode from the cold so it keeps adding pounds to store body heat. Gah!

Last week, I joined a weight-loss group at school. Younger colleague had the brilliant idea to install a scale and logbook and we all get to privately weigh-in weekly and set our own goals. The 30-something gals are bouncing around celebrating their first-week successes while I take the boots off, step on the damn flashy new-age scale, and discover I gained two pounds. I now owe the kitty money. This can be as challenging as managing my IRA.

Looking for consolation, I turn to my online meditation of the day and find this ...

The Autumn of Life

The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind us that winter is near. Likewise, the autumn of life has the potential to be very colorful: wisdom, humor, care, patience, and joy may bloom splendidly just before we fall to the ground and die.

As we look at the barren trees and remember our dead, let us be grateful for the beauty we saw in them ....

Now, with all due respect to the anonymous writer, I get the point. However, I've got so many barren trees outside my window right now that I'd rather concentrate on those two mums I bought for Easter. Jenn is saving my emails for after I die while my spiritual guru is reminding me that the autumn of life doesn't last long.

I think it's time for a vacation. Maybe an online dating service. If I have to go out, I'd like to go out with a bang.

Pardon the pun.


Anonymous said...

Elaine, I swear to God, you are the best mother-in-law a woman could have. You can make me laugh like no other. Keep it up, you saucy gal.


Anonymous said...

Can't wait to hear what happens next...

(I'm having flashbacks to a scene in a car)

the Mater said...

And you know what? I haven't had any action since! Even the sheriff was a dud. My co-worker is now writing and dating FOUR men in my age bracket! I told her to send the extras my way.

geogirl said...

FOUR men?!? Sounds like someone needs a lesson in sharing! ;-)

In the mean time, here's a good quote for you:

Life is not a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming - WOW - What a Ride!

Terry said...

Geez--ignore that autumn of life crap! At our age denial is the only sane way to live. Darn--I had high hopes for the sheriff. Something about a man in a uniform, etc. I have two friends who swear by personal ads in the local alternative newspaper--they swear the guys they've met are NOT serial killers.