The first thing I want to say is that I was 42 when the photo in yesterday’s post appeared in The Nation’s Business and had 3 children in college. I also had two divorces to alcoholics under my belt. I should have looked really “beat up” by then, but I earned enough money to buy makeup and get my hair done. I had no idea folks would think I was in my 20s when I posted the photo. This demonstrates my point a few days ago about never looking your age.
Age caught up with me after I hit 50. Some visually impaired people still tell me I don’t look my age…especially when they know David is almost 83. Perhaps they calculate I am close to his age, and I do look good for someone in their 80s.
After I lose more weight, I will ask David to take a photo of the new svelte me, but mind you this will take years. I did not put the weight on overnight, and it is not coming off overnight. Losing weight is a slow tedious process.
In the meantime, the photo above is me at age 26 on the island of Oahu, where we lived at the time. The little boy is my youngest son John who was about 5. He is now 47.
Below, a photo in Rye England, I was 50 and it was my birthday.
Notice my wedding ring still fit.
I aged like crazy after I became a government worker and had a heart attack and a stroke. Below, a photo of David with Clare, and me with Johnny my little dog (and my son Richard and his boys). Notice that I placed myself behind my grandsons, who partially hide all the fat.
Okay, that’s enough of the vanity stuff.
We are facing several more days of the 100+ degree heat here in the Washington area, and some poor people are still without electricity. Electricity or the lack thereof is a salient topic on the East Coast. The warm air masses making their way from the hot interior are wearying and worrisome as we have thunder storms night after night.
Generally, July and August are the worst months for weather. About his time of the year, I decide perhaps I should give up gardening and move into a condo. Winters are mild here, and something blooms all winter, so I rejuvenate around September 30. Where once we had cold winters and warm summers, we now have hot summers and mild winters.
Yesterday, I was in a funk so I went online to Amazon to look at books. This generally raises my spirits, but did not help yesterday. I told David, you know I feel sad when I can’t find a book to buy.
I finally found one book in Kindle version, I Remember Nothing, by Nora Epstein. No that’s not right. Norma Ephron. Good God, now I can’t remember her name. But the book is funny. Funny like the British comedy the Public Television stations play on four channels around here. And you can read-watch it, and then do it again. never mind all the actors and authors are dead. I even laugh again. Most of the time these days, David or I will say “I’ve never seen this episode before,” but we can’t remember if we have or have not. Losing your memory is not all bad.
Nora says she came to Washington to spend the day protesting something or other during the 60s, but she can’t remember what because she spent the day having sex somewhere. Now if I had not been so burdened with Catholic guilt, I probably could have had much more fun. The Ex certainly was having fun or one kind or another. Come to think of it maybe he was with Nora.
Below, somewhere on the island of Oahu in Hawaii, where I lived long ago. My son John in the water with his friend, and I think that’s the Pali in the distance.