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Genius or Idiot? You Decide.

This is the time of year when my fingernails get as brittle as the dead maples leaves. Luckily, they do not fall off like the leaves on our New England trees. But they snap and break like the dried-up twigs I’m stepping on. Housework this weekend broke eight out of ten fingernails. You’d think I’d …

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Know-It-All, Part II

It’s time for another installment of Know-It-All, where I offer you the best of my unsolicited and usually obvious advice – First – because I am an unapologetic smarty-pants, and Second – because they say that you should stick with what you do best – and I am much better at giving advice than taking …

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Jealousy

I’m jealous of my husband. Not jealous OVER my husband. Although I guess I would if he had a girlfriend. I guess. Maybe I would. I definitely would. Eventually. And I’m not jealous because he’s a MAN. No, I never wanted to be a man. As Elaine Benes said, “I don’t know how you guys …

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I’ve Sent In My Entry Fee

All this week, NPR ran a series about privacy in the digital age. Everyone knows everything about me. And most of this is voluntary. I post my birthday on Facebook, my favorite movies on Rotten Tomatoes, my shoe size on Zappo’s. Amazon not only knows what I like to read, it tracks what toys I …

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Bye-Bye

I’ve said before that I can’t park. Parallel is ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t have to demonstrate to get my license. But the only place where I must parallel park is my Yoga class.  But I’ve worked it out. I wait by the fire hydrant for the previous class to get out. I wait for …

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Feed A Cold

So I lasted three days before I jumped off the bandwagon of my own advice. Number One on my Advice List (Know-It-All) from just a few days ago was to ALWAYS say you feel pretty good when someone asks you how you are. No casual acquaintance really wants details on your phlegm. Right after I wrote …

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Know-It-All

Being the Smartypants that I am, I can’t help offering my helpful help. I have a vast amount of knowledge. Okay. A vast amount of opinions. And I am just bursting to share them. Some of my advice is based on actual experience. And some of my advice is based on no experience at all. …

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Not Quite The Renaissance Woman

Even when I was a little girl, I disliked the adage, “Jack of all trades, Master of none.” I didn’t want to be encouraged to stick to only one thing. I wanted to be able to do everything. And that Attention Deficit Disorder Desire For Versatility has stuck with me my whole life. And, for the …

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When Heartthrobs Need Pacemakers

In honor of the 80th birthday of my first serious crush…. Here is a reprise of my ode to the aging heartthrob: WHEN HEARTTHROBS NEED PACEMAKERS In September of 1964, my heart did a pitty-pat. Oh sure, I had been swooning over The Beatles for six months already, but I loved them in that screaming …

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Perfectly Dirty

As I’ve written before, every day helpful emails jump into my inbox, offering assistance in the most important  facets of my life. If I had to categorize them, they’d look something like this: HELPFUL EMAILS BY TYPE The sex emails – though plentiful – I usually ignore. I would much rather read about makeup than …

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