Happy New Year 2016! And Some Musings about Life. January 01, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #853)

 

 

Wishing you a lovely 2016!

 

P.S. And what follows are some of my random musings about life–hopefully humorous–before I toddle off to bed.

You know that you have reached a certain age when:

1) If you can’t buy it at the grocery store, then you don’t need or want it.

2) That being said, your mega online shopping vendor’s fulfillment services give you a little thrill every time they email you–both for their constancy and for their reliability.

3) Pulling an all nighter three or four nights in a row because you’re so busy while on vacation with blog and social media group projects, means that you look forward to returning to the office weekdays for a slower night time posting pace of only a few times a week, rather than every day.

4) You take longer trying to go in the bathroom, than actually going in the bathroom.

5) Your husband takes longer in the bathroom than you do for his shower, etc. (See the statement above.)

6) Knee high hose is perfect since your skirts are long and below the knee–or you wear pants. So no one will guess that you haven’t actually worn pantyhose for over a decade–except to one wedding, because you wouldn’t have felt properly dressed for a formal occasion without the pantyhose.

7) If it takes a regular person 19 repetitions to change a habit, then I’ve got 32+ to go before I stop typing 2015 on my computer file names. Ditto for writing the date on my checks.

8) You have beautifully perfected your cursive writing only to discover that they no longer teach cursive writing in schools. And soon the grocery store cashiers and others will require you to print your name on your check, etc–which means one’s distinctively written signature is no longer a security feature for legal documents. What is the world coming to?

9) You really value the carbon copy checks feature of your check pad because you have given up writing the purchases into the check register. So the carbon copy of your check is your only way to balance your monthly accounts.

10) Re the above, you know that getting a debit card would be easier–for the bank to give your money away immediately when you make a purchase. But you like the notion of having a day or two grace period before you have to part with the money for real. Of course, stores that immediately electronic transfer your funds thwart that most annoyingly.

11) You fervently believe that there should be a grocery store bagging clerk training university so that the guys (mostly) don’t put food items in the cleaning products bag (and vice versa), and so that they don’t put one of the perishable items in the bag that you’re leaving in the car for your husband to bring in four hours later when he gets home–let alone so they don’t over stuff the bags such that they are too heavy to lift and then break, or the food instantly tumbles out of the sack when you put it in the backseat of your car.

12) When you’re not interested in the love and career lives of twenty somethings as promoted in movies and on tv. The reason being that they make the same dumb mistakes that you made in life. And you don’t need a reminder. Besides, there really needs to be some kind of wisdom transfer so that following generations stop reinventing the wheel and make some progress. Oh that’s right, it’s called listening.

13) When your most often used second language is deciphering the wants and needs of your pet. Dogs are supposed to be able to decipher only about 50 human words. So you would think that it would be easy to communicate with them. No, no, and triple no. They only time I am assured that I and my dog are communicating directly are when she tilts her head at me in confusion. Seriously. And I wonder if that head tilting indicating a question behavior of hers is a human response that my dog assimilated? Or is that a dog behavior that we humans have adopted? If it is the latter, then I still have 49 dog words to learn. At this rate–of owning dogs for 50 of my 56 years–I’ll be lucky to figure out a second dog/pet word before I croak.

14) Somehow doing one hour of housework chores a day while on vacation feels like an accomplishment–all evidence to the contrary.

15) Of course, if I could disabuse my hubby of his habit of putting used sugar packet wrappers and other small trash items in an open bag on the stove top–and instead he would turn around, bend down, and open the cabinet under the kitchen sink and throw his trash away there–I would be a very happy lady. Ditto with regard to the items that can be recycled–in terms of trying to get him to put the items in the recycling bin in the garage, or even putting them the bag hanging on the basement door that I will then dump into the recycling bin.

16) On the notion of recycling–when one has curb side recycling, as we finally do these past two years–the thrill one gets from saving the planet on a daily basis surely necessitates our receiving a super hero cape, if not the full superhero costume with mask and tights. But then, tights are pantyhose, and I don’t wear those anymore.

Holiday Cheers!   Grati ;->