Hello Gals!
I did not have the most stellar of work days recently. I’m going to blame it on my underwear. A couple hours into it I discovered my underwear was on inside out. You should know you’re going to have that kind of day when the cotton is on the outside. I decided to turn my panties right side in on my lunch break and then decided, nah, why dirty another side. So I’m back to my old tricks. Only problem is I got nothing to blame it on. Waaay past menopause. Or does it come back to haunt you? The other day I came out of the grocery store, walked up to my car, hand resting on the door handle, when I thought to myself, this interior seems different. A moment or two go by. Oh yeah, it’s black, and mine is white. There’s my identical car sitting right next to it. This is the nice thing about living in the South though. I’m surrounded by eccentrics. It makes me not stand out as much. There’s a guy in my neighborhood who walks down the street reading a book. Never looks up. I look up through my window when he goes by. Oh, and here he comes back again. Must be darn good books. Oh wow, I just had a flashback to The Shining. What if he’s reading the same page over and over again?
And speaking of underwear, I’m going to share my latest secret. I’ve been dabbling in Ayurvedic stuff, the sister science of yoga, with a group I’m part of online. Along comes a recipe for hormonal balance intended to “increase your juices” and pump up your libido. Hmmm, interesting I say. Always wary though, I check about my suitability for it saying look, I’m waaaay past menopause, take thyroid
In other news, we are in the throes of tourist season here at the beach. We’re up to maybe 8-10 people in the movie theater. They even made a fresh batch of popcorn for us. Nice.
Oh, I was in a fashion show for a local group that raises money for disadvantaged children and seniors. We got to go to a clothing store and play dress-up picking out outfits to wear with matching accessories, hats, purses, jewelry, the works. We wore our own shoes. Make-up and hair done by a local salon. What I loved about it was all ages were asked to participate. AND, I was certainly not the oldest. Also, we had a designated fashion coordinator who picked outfits out that I wouldn’t have chosen myself. It was like shopping with your best friend, who says, you would look good in this or these are just your colors or what are you thinking. The owner of the store had final say though. It was like she swiped you right or left on Tinder. I had to channel my alter ego when she put me in a hat dipped over one eye. I have to admit it was fun letting my alter ego come out and play. You should try it. A good time for a good cause.
And that’s my Holey Life and all the news for now. Love, Love, Love and ….
Goodnight from Greenville (only I’m at the beach),
Dyanne
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