Accident or ???

 Oh, wow... so here we are NINE YEARS LATER. I was reading the blog of an author whose super fun series I just finished, hoping to find news of a sequel in the works, when a click on the top of the page brought me here, to my old, mostly forgotten, blog/friend.

 My how times have changed. And not changed. We all know that the year 2020 pretty much reduced much of our collective American experience to ashes. Partially due to the effects of four years of he who will not be named, (the orange guy), the screaming, howling rebirth of the fight for the acknowledgement and correction of racial injustice, global climate change, and last but certainly not least the pandemic that has brought the entire world to it's knees. In America, many, if not most of us have had the opportunity to ignore sickness, prejudice, and extreme poverty. We putter along on our little path secure in the knowledge that " the higher powers", with some hiccups, will keep us steady and safe and Science knows and can fix pretty much everything. Am I right?

 At the same time as the bigger world is struggling with the knowledge that these things we late boomers grew up believing were sovereign truths and could therefore be taken for granted in fact cannot be, my personal world has remained more or less unchanged in that I live in the same place with the same maniac, and work at the same job. The pandemic forces us to limit exposure and interaction, and so my perception of time has become increasingly askew. I have sat out my middle years, riding out the hormonal hemorrhage of perimenopause, and so, have awakened into this tumultuous era with my young adult attitudes and a senior's joints and attention span. And now, I must leave us to ruminate on that conundrum, and ready myself to go to work on my day off. Again. TTFN

Oops

Hah! March 9, 2010 was my last post?! It's October 2012. I've never been disciplined enough to journal - what made me think I would tend a blog? At least I didn't neglect my kids ;-) 

Dear God,
Hi it's me; CT. Hey listen, I was wondering-cleanliness being next to, you know...You - if I'm a reallyreally good girl, can my Heaven house not have dimply lino or sixty year old ceramic tile and grout on the floors? No complaints, just askin :-) And thanks for the great day with my Grandbaby over the weekend. Please bring peace to Dave's friend in the hospital.

Forever yours,
CT

Aaah... Peace and quiet on the homefront tonight - if you don't count Facebook anyway. I know, i know, everybody has been doing this new social networking thing for quite some time now, but we've already established how internet challenged I am. It is so fucking surreal to see and talk to these kids again. And I say kids intentionally even though we are all at least fifty, or within months of it, but I at least, have been away from our hometown for almost thiry years. Everyone seems to have become blownup lifesize fifty year old charicatures of what they (we?) were in 1974. It's a time machine.

We have even been granted a chapter in the annals of fashion that have allowed us to indulge ourselves in new gear reminiscent of our teenage glory days. Low waist jeans with a flare at the bottom, layered t-shirts, peasant blouses, EARTH SHOES!!! I love it.

Reminded in a post to my Fb wall by Steve that he remembered my Mom's sunglasses, (after I reminded him that he thought she was hot) I realize that they too have come back; those silly oversized white framed things that were popular then. Everywhere I look I see my Mother, and she's been gone twenty nine years. Not good when the hormone fairy is shaking her crazy wand around here half the time anyway.

Anyway.. Facebook is fun, if way too time consuming, and I know the good jeans can't last, and many of you ladies think you don't like them anyway; you say we're too old, or they're not flattering, but I'm here to tell you girls - high waisted, loose, tapered leg pants make most women look like giant empty parentheses with a toppled over 8 plopped on top. Draw it. It ain't pretty. I will wear my last boot cuts til the fashion police peel the shreds off me forcefully, like I did in 1981, only this time I'll be old enough to do something really creative with my fashion statement; match my grandaughter's make believe/dress-up ensembles sequin for feather and we'll dance in the yard and mortify my adult children. Especially when I post photos to my Facebook page.

Life is good...

CT

Huh?

Okay... So people have been telling me for years that I should blog - or start a blog?
Hmmm, noun or verb?
I wonder sometimes though, if that's just a way for them to politely tell me I should channel some of the energy I put into verbiage into another medium; especially as they are a mostly captive audience - I'm a hairdresser - or if they found something in my ramblings that might benefit from being written down somewhere.
Journaling never worked for me as I seem to need some kind of reward system, and something big enough to write on that I can't lose it. However, early experience with online chatroooms and "communities" made me fear that being a blogger might just be, as I once read in an old blog trying to define what a blog is exactly, "an exercise in verbal masturbation." And I have to say, there was more than one time that I tried to get in the groove and hang out in those things, and I just wasn't worthy. All I could think was, GET A LIFE! You people aren't even real! You are in a box on my desk whining incessantly about other people in boxes that you haven't met!
It's great to be thirty and know everything isn't it? But now I am considerably older, some mellower, and realize that cyber life is all some people have, and hopefully I can make up a litttle bit by being here.
Blog
n. A weblog.
intr.v. blogged, blog·ging, blogs
To write entries in, add material to, or maintain a weblog.
[(we)blog.]
blog·ger n.
Now, I know most of you had this whole blog thing figured out fifteen years ago if you're of my generation, and were born knowing it if from my kids', but hey... I've been busy. So here I sit at 5:00 a.m. blogging. What a silly sounding word. Who knew?

CT