Midlife Musings
Fortysomething. If my life were a TV show, that would be the title, and these are the episodes. Or maybe I am just having an episode.
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Say Ma’am One More Time
I have been yes ma’am’d more in the last week than I ever have been in my life. Have I passed the threshold from indiscernible years into tellable old age? God forbid…
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You’re the Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter
I had an epiphany at work today about the different people that I encounter in my life. Catalyzed almost entirely by my CoStar horoscope which is habitually scarily accurate.
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Excuse Me, Mansplainer
I was going to write a poem to mark the occasion. It would have been titled: Ode to the Mansplainer, and it was going to be epic. I had the whole opus worked out in my head, as I composed it in the shower. However, like all things fleeting, the words washed out of my hair right down the drain so I had forgotten it all by the time I was toweling myself dry. Sigh.
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Downsized Expectations – Cooking and the Post-Pandemic Meltdown
Pandemic cooking was all the rage during the quarantine. According to my library checkouts I hopped on the bandwagon. Yet not one loaf of banana bread was baked in this home.
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Picking Up the Pieces of Things Lost in the Divorce: Battlestar Galactica
One of the fallouts of the divorce was losing the things that I shared with the ex. Things that he appropriated and then tried to own them, and share them with his mistress. It took years for me to regain these things, to be able to partake in these things without getting overwhelmed with negative triggers. One of these days I will spend some time retracing the steps of his manipulation.
