Once a month blogging seems to be my forte lately. This is NOT my goal for this blog but I'm overwhelmed in my life right now and often take to sulking in my recliner and doing nothing in the hopes that life will calm down. Professionals would label me 'depressed'. I hate labels.
The Boston Bombing was April's trauma and included in my last post. This months trauma is the Moore, OK tornado. What trauma will unfold in the media for June, I wonder. I hate trauma.
Next month is my birthday month. I will turn 60 this year. Hard to imagine me at ... 60. I get a big shock every time I look in a mirror or see a recent picture of myself. I don't look like I think I should look. Which is really funny, because before all the wrinkles and jowls took over, I didn't think I looked like everyone else said I looked. My days of turning heads as I walked into a room have been replaced with me jumping, bumping and waving my flabby arms to get attention in that same room. I should feel lucky. I'm invisible now. I can go anywhere and do anything and not be on any one's radar. I use to blame my attractiveness for drawing perverts to me. Now I wish I could hear a cat whistle once in a while or just one of those, "you don't look your age", that I use to get so often. Am I vain? Not anymore. I hate not being vain anymore.
As I bring this post to a close, I can see various clouds gathering again to possibly dump some more moisture. Everything is so green. My favorite color! How is it that beauty can accommodate Mother Nature's violent whims! Life in general seems like that. Bitter sweet. Clouds milling around in a mix of wispy and building thunderheads, accompanied by a wind that whispers and then suddenly bellows, pushing and pulling at everything in its path. Life, too, is a mix of calm and storms. It all can be so overwhelming. I hate overwhelming.
