Wednesday, October 3, 2012

"Proverbs"



     I love proverbs. My mother had a zillion of them. When proverbs are a category on Jeopardy, I almost always know the correct response. This week, I put a couple of those proverbs to work. My mom would be so proud...
     1. “Do write, fear no man. Don’t write, fear no woman”.  Some of my fellow tenants had a wild party Saturday night that lasted until 2:00 A.M. They had a barbeque in our apartment courtyard, and served lots of booze.  Since this has become a weekly occurrence, I hit the boiling point, and brought my concerns to management. The neighbor who hosted the party was “smart” enough to send out invitations to all of us tenants, and it clearly indicated that beer would be served. Hence, “don't write, fear no woman”. I provided the office with a copy of the invitation, along with a detailed dissertation describing the events of the evening, accompanied by the rules on our leases, which nobody adheres to, except me.
     2. “A picture is worth a thousand words.”  Some of these neighbors were none too bright, as they left their empty shot glasses, and a myriad of other evidence (their trash) on the front porch. Oh, the handrail was broken, too. I took five or six photos, and included them with the invitation and my dissertation. I pointed out that this would certainly be a deterrent to prospective tenants. That may help gain management’s attention.
     3. “The pen is mightier than the sword.”  Anyone who knows me knows that I can write a scathingly hostile (and effective) letter or poem.  I am quite certain that my powers of persuasion will have an impact on the party situation, and even if it doesn’t, it is cause enough for me to break my lease. 
     4. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”  I don’t think I need to elaborate on this one…
     By the way, all the little party animals are annoyed with me because I confronted them about the situation. Wait until they find out I complained to the office as well!
     Of course, I don’t know what makes them think people might want to sleep at night…

Monday, October 1, 2012

"Wedding Guest"



     I can't help but think that there’s something wrong with this wedding. First of all, it isn’t mine. You know me-always a bridesmaid, never a bride… I’ve got Catherine Heigel’s “27 Dresses” saga beat, tenfold.  Okay, that is a bit of a stretch…I did have a couple weddings of my own. However, I never did the elaborate church production, white gown thing either time. I was far too impulsive.  I do, however, know of people who go that route every time…I find it puzzling. But, to each his own...
     One thing I detest about weddings is the choice of music at the reception.  I am particularly irritated when they slow things down in order to “get all of the couples” on the dance floor.  This concept is especially insensitive to recent divorcees and widows or widowers.  I can certainly understand that the DJ or band leader may be disinclined to consider such issues, but there is no excuse for the bride and groom. Some people are just too self absorbed to consider the feelings of others. Or maybe they are simply preoccupied.  Either way, it is unpleasant for the guest who is on their own.
     I seriously doubt that I would ever travel down the marriage road again. Being of a certain age, one is faced with a whole new set of issues.  Failing health and limited mobility are an eventual probability, on both sides.  One thing is absolute-I am getting too old to be bending down picking up some man’s dirty laundry.  Who would help me up?  
     Additionally, any money or material possessions I have, I earned.  Granted, I don’t have much, but nevertheless, what I have is mine, and I’m not sharing.  I also value my independence. I sleep with my TV on all night, I have the bed to myself, I come and go as I please, and I rarely cook.  The only male I am committed to is my 106 lb. Lab, and he has yet to master the art of backtalk.  So, the next time I am invited to one of these white dress events, I will politely decline, and spend the evening cuddling with my “silent” significant other, the one who walks on all fours, is extraordinarily handsome, and loves me to bits.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

I' m Back!



    More often than not, I am a woman of few words. Except when I write, although lately even when I write, or try to.  Major life changes have become a way of life for me over the last four years.  I would have thought I’d be used to it by now, but the latest change kind of threw me for a loop.   My writing is the one thing that generally helps me work through the trying times, but even that has eluded me.  However, I think its back, and hopefully you will be hearing from me more often.
     One of my professors is allergic to chalk dust. In my 50-something years, I have never heard of such an absurdity, and now this is the second instance in a matter of weeks.  I find it quite comical,  kind of like a dentist being allergic to fluoride.
     I feel compelled to provide an update on the internet dating thing.  It is going from bad to worse…to worst.  This really good looking guy contacted me. He was the right age, we had some interests in common, and he lives in…Guam!  I was going to Email him that this seems rather pointless, except that when I logged back in, the he was allegedly a she, with a female silhouette in place of the photo, and claiming to be 7’ tall, and 99 years old.  That particular someone needs to get a life. Needless to say I blocked he/she/it. Okay, then this decent looking guy Emails me, and proceeds to tell me what a strong drive he has, and no, I don’t mean golf.  He also indicated how he wants to indulge this particular drive all night long and in a variety of locations.  It goes without saying that I blocked this clown also. (Clown is probably not the most accurate term to describe this one. Don’t you agree?)  I was tempted to ask him if maybe he wasn’t a little old for such nonsense.  It’s certainly no surprise to me that some of these guys are on their own.  I plan to put a disclaimer on my profile that only gentlemen need apply.  I imagine that will greatly reduce the number of Emails I receive.  By the way, I haven’t had any actual dates yet…which is probably a blessing…

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

"That's Entertainment"



     Attending class is always an adventure.  Whenever I think I’ve seen or heard it all, the youngsters take me by surprise.  Today I saw a young man with a pierced ear, but instead of an earring, he…had…a…2 inch nail dangling from his earlobe!!!!!! 
     After class, the youngsters were discussing various clubs they were joining. That really hurt…I think that was the oldest I’ve felt since I returned to school one year ago.  Can you imagine me joining any of these clubs? I would be like the den mother for the boy and girl scouts. 
     One of my classmates was trying to recruit members for the film club, and he asked that people remain after class. The fellow who sits behind me indicated that he couldn’t, because...he really had to pee…Then he repeated himself. I thanked him for sharing, and indicated that he provided more information than I needed to know…These kids are nothing if not entertaining.

Friday, September 14, 2012

"Internet Dating 101"



     I may seem biased when I express my views, but sometimes when I read the nonsense that some of the men on these dating sites message or hint at, I think to myself that it is no surprise that they are on their own. Some of the stuff is so repulsive that it would seem more appropriate if this particular site catered to 20 year olds. It doesn’t. It’s for ages 50 and up. You’d also think they’d have learned a little something about women by this late stage. Apparently not.  Therefore, my girlfriends and I have come up with some tips for weeding out the undesirables. If the guys are guilty of any of the following, delete instantly:
1. No picture on his profile.
2. Legally separated and living in NJ?  There is no such thing. He’s hitched.
3. If he makes any reference to body dimensions other than height and weight.
4. If he references numbers that would spoon nicely together when turned upside down.
5. If the first thing he mentions in his initial Email is the “S” word.
6. If he lives beyond a reasonable radius.
     First impressions are lasting. One fellow sent me a message, and in the background of his photo was a wall of liquor bottles.  Anyone who knows me well is aware that I deleted his message in record speed. (He really did me a favor with that telling photo.)  Now that I reflect on all of this, the guys are really doing us a favor by showing their true colors up front.  Perhaps Internet Dating isn’t such a bad idea after all.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

"Everything I Learned..."



    Everything I learned, I learned in college. Too bad I waited until I was 50-something to attend…Okay, that isn’t exactly true. If there is one thing I have had in my life, it is an education. It just didn’t take place in a classroom.  I have had an education in “lifespan”, encompassing elements of psychology (child and abnormal), home and finance management, nursing, and communications.  I excelled at some of these “studies”, but failed miserably at others.  Luckily for me, life offers us second chances.  I believe my stint in college is going to complement and enhance that which I have already learned, as well as shed light on some problem areas. 
     This semester, I am studying the evolution of film with my favorite professor.  This class is considerably different from the last one, and I believe it will be more challenging.  The movies are different than anything I would have watched without prodding, which will give me exposure to something new and different.  The same is true of my Fiction & Film class.  I am already expanding my horizons, as I am reading books that are politically oriented, as well as the NY Times, and Barron’s.  (Don’t fault me-I’ve been reading Good Housekeeping and Parents’ magazines all these years. It's not like I simply read the Enquirer...)
     One of my professors was relating to the class about one of his teachers, who is…allergic to chalk dust…Can you imagine?  Claritin, take me away…

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Some things are worth repeating...

May the victims of 9/11 rest in peace...

"The Day America's Innocence Died"

 This is dedicated to the people who lost their lives
on the day America's innocence died.
To people in buildings, in planes, on the ground
in Washington, Pennsylvania, and New York town.
We honor your courage, defiance, and grace
while staring blatant evil and death in the face.
To the stewardess who had the presence of mind
to forward a perpetrator's seat number to the FBI.
To the people who crashed on Pennsylvania lands,
making sure no more would die at the terrorists' hands.
To those bound for New York who fought so hard for control
trying to deflect from the target's countless toll.
To the people in the towers, so brave and so true,
for helping peers and coworkers, carrying them through.
To the rescuers on the ground, for their tenacity and great courage
to sift through the ashes, the rubble, the carnage
to bring us back our loved ones, our friends, and fellow citizens.
We honor you, we salute you, both police and firemen.
To our brothers and sisters whose loved ones are missing or gone,
it's so important you know that you do not grieve alone.
There isn't one among us whose lives have gone untouched.
Now is the time to come together for the country we love so much.
God bless our great country, America, the red, the white, the blue.
We'll honor, we'll love and protect you.
To our homeland we'll always be true.