Taking No Prisoners
Woke up in a grim mood this morning. Brushed teeth, washed face, startled myself when I looked in the mirror, and saw I had one of those if-looks-could-kill faces going on. I don't even know why, unless perhaps it is the Bad Ovary acting up. The other one is pretty easy-going, never makes waves, wouldn't even know it was there, barely shows up on xrays and sonograms. But the Bad Ovary is another kettle of hormones altogether. Most of the time HRT keeps it from wigging out, but in these days of swinging hormonal balances....
This might sound like something out of Woo-Woo Land, but I think the ovaries are now shutting down for good and I'm entering proper dowagerhood. It could explain all the fatigue and dry mouth and eyes and skin, going through an adjustment period of sorts. It's just a feeling I have.
Nick announced his engagement to Amy yesterday. It comes as no surprise since they have been together longer than Steve and me. But it's a bittersweet moment. Time flies, and all that. I wonder how my parents are going to react to the news. I do know that I am happy Nick does not seem to be troubled by the idea of marriage, especially after my fiasco years with his father.
Had another small project to tackle today--an electric outlet in the kitchen went on the blink and had to be replaced. Given the ancient and eccentric wiring in this house, a grim mood is exactly what was needed to tackle it. So far so good.
Yesterday one of the artists came by to pick up his work, and another is coming later today to take down his installation. Then it will be time to line up the publicity for the next show, which will open on April Fool's Day. At the moment Steve is returning the gallery to it's original casual "beachy" feel, a happy jumble of works by a variety of artists mixed together with our own work and even work in progress. I'm leaving him to it, and looking forward to the results.
I told him that I think I'm entering my dowagerhood, and he readily agreed, as he has noticed a collection of subtle changes in me in the past few months, as if I have suddenly aged more quickly. There's nothing that can be done about it, it's all part of the circle of life. I guess I just wasn't expecting to have happen to me what didn't happen to my mother until she was past 60. But I'll get over it.
This might sound like something out of Woo-Woo Land, but I think the ovaries are now shutting down for good and I'm entering proper dowagerhood. It could explain all the fatigue and dry mouth and eyes and skin, going through an adjustment period of sorts. It's just a feeling I have.
Nick announced his engagement to Amy yesterday. It comes as no surprise since they have been together longer than Steve and me. But it's a bittersweet moment. Time flies, and all that. I wonder how my parents are going to react to the news. I do know that I am happy Nick does not seem to be troubled by the idea of marriage, especially after my fiasco years with his father.
Had another small project to tackle today--an electric outlet in the kitchen went on the blink and had to be replaced. Given the ancient and eccentric wiring in this house, a grim mood is exactly what was needed to tackle it. So far so good.
Yesterday one of the artists came by to pick up his work, and another is coming later today to take down his installation. Then it will be time to line up the publicity for the next show, which will open on April Fool's Day. At the moment Steve is returning the gallery to it's original casual "beachy" feel, a happy jumble of works by a variety of artists mixed together with our own work and even work in progress. I'm leaving him to it, and looking forward to the results.
I told him that I think I'm entering my dowagerhood, and he readily agreed, as he has noticed a collection of subtle changes in me in the past few months, as if I have suddenly aged more quickly. There's nothing that can be done about it, it's all part of the circle of life. I guess I just wasn't expecting to have happen to me what didn't happen to my mother until she was past 60. But I'll get over it.
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