Holy Crap, I’m Old?

 Today is a new year, a new decade, 2026.  Ok I sort of slid through January, but I was busy.  Yes dear readers, at my ripe old retired age of 70, I am back in a very casual workforce.  I am now Demo Diva, doing sample tasters in a local supermarket.  And I love it! Although it requires some organizational skills, a bit of reporting and definitely food handling hygiene ,  its mostly being friendly with shoppers.  And having “the gift of gab” for me, its perfect!  And pays great.  Thus far, I work for a marketing company in Texas “Yeehaw” and depending on which company wants their product flogged determines how many weekends I work.  January was great, 7 six hr shifts, Feb 5 and so far I'm booked for 2 in March.  A shift is 6 hrs…this is where my 70 yr old ankles came into play.  Yeah.  And 70 yr old knees, back…it means really good shoes (which I have) and a mat to stand on (which I was gifted at Christmas by some much younger friends).  What do I make?  Well thus far , pogos or corndogs, little Italian appy skewers (no little Italians were harmedA) and cheeeese.  😋

Most important, it gives me a bit of financial wiggle room, come end of month.  Since I am no financial genius, it can be tight around the 22nd.  So I’m having fun, and my freezer and cupboards are well stocked.  Heck I even splurged on a prime rib  roast (on sale of course) which felt luxurious!

So speaking of aging, now I am living in fair stable health, but all those years of motorcycle adventures have caused arthritis in my feet and hands.  Why?  Cause they went thru the air at average of 65 mph sun, rain, cold, hot for 55 yrs.  😎. It was fun, it was thrilling, but now I creak getting out of my recliner, and crackle first thing in the a.m.

And what did this young at heart widow do next? I let myself be talked into Scottish Country dance.  Uhuh.  Picture a Clydesdale Horse clomping around with a room full of graceful cavorting  ponies.  The next morning my delicate, slim ankles did not work.  Nope.  Sore.  Really sore.  So again, Tylenol, Voltaren, a tensor bandage…yikes!  I tried the next week, Nope.  Because I had a couple of 6 hr shifts coming up, I’ve decided to give up Dashing White Sargeant or Strip the Willow for now.  

Currently my feet are up, coffee in hand, enjoying James May trying goofy kitchen gadgets on TV. My life however, is never dull!  I’ve returned to painting, some Diamond Dotting, and with my amazing boyfriend, we go for some pretty fun meals with friends.   Right now the Olympics have stopped regular hockey, so we watch the Canadian team play.  Not bad.  

Last night we tried a Chophouse in Taber with friends, where I had the most abysmal vodka martini ever!  I do love a dry vodka martini.  Ideally shake. With ice, strained into a chilled glass where a vermouth bottle had been placed, unopened, beside it.  With a twist of lemon peel, or 3 skewered olives.  Last nights drink had None Of That.  Warm, vodka, tasting of pickle and soap, in an old style champagne glass….I sent it back but was still charged $15 for it. Lesson learned.  

I enjoy slothing about.  I have wonderful friends, near and far, and Far Out 🤪 and really like where I live.  And tomorrow?  Being taken to dinner, “dress up” was the only clue as to where, which I can hardly wait for!  My life is better than I’d imagined it would be.  With all the bad things out there, and man there’s a lot, I thank God everyday for how blessed I am.  

Now, chuck in the laundry, empty the dishwasher and enjoy my Friday ❣️

Till next time.  “The more we count the blessings we have, the less we crave the luxuries we haven’t”  William Arthur Ward