The Achy Breaky

Thoughts on aging -- it sucks. At this point I'd trade every bit of wisdom I've earned to just get back my ability to heal quickly. I'm still gimping around on this bum ankle, and compensating for it when I walk is now causing a whole host of other aches and pains. And, gosh, it would be so nice to be able to maintain a comfortable body temperature. At all times I am either too hot or too cold -- I'm the Bears' porridge. As for memory, it's a good thing MDH (My Darling Husband) is also losing his at the same rate as I -- between the two of us, we manage to remember about 3/4 of the stuff we need to remember. Tonight we both keep moaning because we're both achy -- his back! My leg! Whomever moans the loudest gets the sympathy and the back rub...and since I was the last to win that contest, it's only fair that I be the masseuse. Moan....moan...moan?

Once more, With Feeling!

Back by popular demand! Now being unemployed, I have no excuse not to blog (and I've been commanded to do so by my devoted fan base (my fan base being Ruth...hi Ruth!). So here I am, over 50 and back in the career dating pool. It's different now than it was 20 years ago. Used to be you scanned the Help Wanted adverts, sent your resume to anyone and everyone, and crossed your fingers. Now it's all social media and personal "branding". LinkedIn is the Tinder of job hunting. And should I start dyeing my hair again to compete with all these 12-year-olds, clutching their freshly-minted degrees? I guess I need to start by getting an interview "outfit" -- even in the PNW, one must show up in something snazzier than jeans and sneaks (these days I'm dressed for comfort, not for looks!)