Tuesday, June 7, 2011

{Virtual Coffee}

Hidey Ho Neighbor. If we were meeting chez moi for coffee today I would tell you to bring your own dust mask because I have some painters here doing some plastering (pre-paint prep) and they have made an absolute dust storm in my house.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that the battle is on between Starbucks' Mocha and Second Cup's Mocha Red Eye. I had a mocha red eye yesterday and it made me boogie like I haven't boogied in decades. But I think my alliegance is still to my VentiLowFatMochaHalfSweetEasyWhip and I dare anyone to say that with a straight face. When I order mine I can't keep from laughing it out and I'm sure my barista thinks I'm either nuts or trying to chat him up.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that aging definitely is not for the faint of heart. Lately I feel like I'm falling apart from head to toe. Working my way down, here is a list of my complaints: my hair is limp from hormones or lack thereof, my pinkeye came roaring back this weekend, a couple of my molars have chipped, I have a stiff neck that stretches all the way down through my shoulder and comes out my index finger, I am bloated, constipated, sciatica twitches on my right side and I am having hot flashes AND PMS which really is just all wrong. The mood swings have me swearing so hard that even I am finding myself offensive.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that these make me swoon

and I would show you the newly dug grave in our backyard.

Riley's poor Snaily came to a sorry end on Sunday and did the tears flow. It was his second try at making a garden snail a pet and well, I will just say that I am so glad that it wasn't me who stepped on the thing because I'm not sure I could live with that guilt. Then I would tell you that life picks itself up though and we had another visitor in our garden. I think he is living under our deck where there are plenty of bugs to eat and dank spots to hang out.


And while we were out in the garden I would show you Larry and Curly who are keeping an eye on my tomato plant.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would ask you if you think it's the testosterone factor that makes little sock balls

and drops them all over the house.

And then we would head over to Amy's Lucky Number 13 and see what books she has checked out of the library.


12 comments:

Elisa Black said...

I'm sorry to hear about your aging issues-- not fun!! But at least you are able to enjoy coffee and flowers and toads and tomato plants in the garden. One piece of advice/warning: the dust from the wall prep can set off your fire alarms-- you might want to cover them temporarily with a plastic bag! Hope the walls turn out to your liking! Have a good week!

Kim Mailhot said...

Aging sucks. But always better than the alternative, right ?
Here's to Tuesday, stinky sock-leaving, tender hearted boys and the perfect cuppa.
Hugs and love !

oreneta said...

Plaster dust is the pits. It gets into EVERYTHING....my sympathies, and the socks? The balling of them, is not testosterone, happens in my houes too, all over the house though....maybe.

Sorry you're feeling bad, and I sincerely hope that your pink eye GOES. AWAY! what a drag....

Kim has a point, aging is better than the alternative, and as a friend of mine, a cancer survivor, said to another woman bemoaning turning 50, be happy you made it! I try to remember that when I am ahhh, aging.

Matawheeze said...

I've survived aging to the 64+ stage. I can't say it gets better but you do get used to the sense of continual decay. Goof luck on YOUR journey. It is some trip!

Cheryl said...

You know it's downhill from 25. I'm witnessing it with Dave, complaining about aches he never had, who doesn't make sock balls, just lays them out in pairs perfectly straight aligned with some karmic thingie. Oh, and if you're going to paint...cut a large onion in quarters, place it on a piece of tin foil. At the end of the day, wrap the onion in the foil and throw out the smell!

And Kim, thank you for Virtual Coffee. As always, it was excellent and provided a chuckle.

Claire said...

we're so with you, my dear, aging SUCKS! simply NO fun at all :(
love all your pics - esp. snaily's resting place...
and yes, i'm sure it's testosterone that prompts leaving ALL items of clothing on the floor, not just the socks :)

Sherry Smyth said...

It gives you no comfort at all to hear that all those things that are falling apart on you are happening to all of us of "a certain age"!!! ;)

I'm glad that you weren't the one to step on snaily and I'm sorry that I laughed when I read that. May he rest in peace!

As for those sock balls?? My dear they go on and on and on ... my 2 as young men still leave sock balls!!!

Thanks for the coffee!! xo

redheadreverie said...

Don't worry when you finally reach your breaking point you can move in the retirement community where I work...I'll give you a special coffee mate discount :-)

As for this snail...so was he just meandering around the house and someone stepped on him. And the toad / frog freaked me out...big time. YIKES.

Oh, sock balls...I have 'em too must be an epidemic.

Thanks for the laughs and have a Fabulous Week.

redheadreverie said...

Don't worry when you finally reach your breaking point you can move in the retirement community where I work...I'll give you a special coffee mate discount :-)

As for this snail...so was he just meandering around the house and someone stepped on him. And the toad / frog freaked me out...big time. YIKES.

Oh, sock balls...I have 'em too must be an epidemic.

Thanks for the laughs and have a Fabulous Week.

Jade @ Tasting Grace said...

Aww, poor Snaily...and poor you! Sorry to hear you're ailing so. Hopefully it'll all pass soon!

{Amy} said...

oh my ord, i was laughing out loud at your list of ailments and although i am sorry for you i think sometimes the only way to get through all of the crap life throws at us is to laugh it off. you crack me up, thanks for the laugh...and coffee! : )

{Amy} said...

oh my Lord i mean : )