Ok, this is April, not February, not March. What is up with these 40 degree mornings in Georgia?? The hummingbirds are not back yet, though I have seen two...one two weekends ago that flew in and chirped to say 'hey...we're back', and the other one on Thursday evening at one of the feeders. They are normally back around the 1st to stay until Sept/October. I have been waiting patiently. I know the cold is holding them back and they are probably laying over in FL.
I rode my bike to work today. It was cold. And I had 4 layers on. I had my shirt, my big John Deere thermal, my Harley large black hoodie, and my BG jacket. And I might as well not have had any gloves on. My fingers were froze when I got to work. All I could think of was 'I can't wait to get to work and warm up'. Yepper, I'm getting to be a wimp in my old age. Growing old is definitely not for sissies. I used to be a tough broad....my bones these days tell me otherwise. It wasn't so long ago that I would ride everyday...even in the winter. Some days when I left the house it was 17 degrees on my front porch. And I was on the sporty then, not the road king. A lot of guys would see me and they'd tell me later 'I don't know how you do it!' I would just laugh. I want to be that girl again.
I know...wah wah wah. I have undoubtedly become a fair weather rider. I caught crap yesterday from the FedEx guy, wanting to know why didn't I ride the bike to work? Truth be told my back wouldn't allow it yesterday. (I didn't tell him that) I couldn't lift my leg over the bike to hop on. Today it's a little better so I rode......to shut him up. LOL. Don't get me wrong...I love riding...I want to ride every day. But you get to an age and a point when your body just will not let you do what you used to do. And believe me, I am not growing old gracefully. I am fighting it every step of the way. There are many days I do stuff that I know I shouldn't do and I pay for it dearly. But I just can't let it go that there are things that I can no longer do, that just a few years ago I didn't think a thing about doing. Some of my friends say that I need a man for that stuff. Well, yea, maybe......but I'm not going to move a man in just so he can do crap that I can't do anymore. Ya know what I'm saying?? The only way I'm moving a man in is the LOVE factor. I would have to fall head over heels in love first. Then I will CONSIDER moving him in...or if he's got a place staying between the two.
I am not one to be a 'gold digger'. Take a guy for his money. I am not one to just 'settle' because it would be in my best interest. Sorry....I just can't do that. There are a lot of women out there that do this every day...and don't think another thing about it. They take whatever they can get without any kind of conscience at all. Not me. I just can't be that way. Money is not everything, although it's nice and does help. But I refuse to be under anyone's thumb just because they have money.
Dang....how'd I get off on this tangent???? Went from cold to men and money. UGH. Sorry.
I guess I still have and treasure my independence. But I am slowly losing it due to aging and the rebellious b**ch in me is fighting back.
I do what I can, when I can. And when I can't I sit on the couch with my hooks and yarn. Thankfully I have them, and Mr. Lick Lick, to keep me entertained.
It's a spring day here in Georgia, or so they say...I hope yours is a good one!
TTFN
Kat xoxox
ps/I take a lot of pics of the sky. This was one lovely morning sunrise at work.
Amen to that . . met the hubby when I was 45, took, I think, close to 8 years to say, "okay, let's get married." Loved him dearly and deeply but giving up those 45 years of independence was rough . . and to be truthful, I think I kept most of it when we did say the vows.
ReplyDeleteNow, neither he nor I want to do what we did younger . . and we finally found a GREAT "handy man" here in NY who will, and can, do anything . . he owned his own construction company and finally said, "Enough is nough" and he just works when he wants now. We buy the material and his labor is SO PERFECT. We kid him that he would probably work for beer if he didn't have bills to pay.
Keep your eyes open . . I had Jerry in Logan, and I new I could always call on him when I needed anything done around the house(from adding on a front porch to building a fence). . his wife would see me and say, "Are you sure you don't need anything done . . we have daughters to raise and bills to pay."
LOLOL @ fond memories with friends from high school and earlier.
You write THE BEST blog ! You need more followers . . you are a hoot!
ReplyDelete:o) I am coming out, so to speak. I do better writing stuff down than I do talking in person. I have just found that I love reading blogs and peeking into other people's lives a little bit. I was enthralled with Lucy's blog (Attic24). I was at a low point and reading her blog lifted me up and actually made me smile. I found her on Ravelry. I love Ravelry. :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by my blog. I have signed on as a follower of yours so I can keep up with what you are doing.
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