Over on Facebook I make frequent use of both the block and like options. I’m certain this says something about me although exactly what is undetermined.
When we were in our teens, my best friend and I talked about guys a lot. Her ideal type was a tall, blue-eyed, blonde, very Nordic in appearance. Not long ago I saw a photo of her with her husband online. He looked nothing like the kind of guy she was so attracted to back in our teens. She looked very happy.
I find it interesting and sometimes perplexing how other women view their own aging. Some years back I was talking to an older woman, who was missing a front tooth. She said the only reason she would get it fixed was so as not to scare children. She acted resigned about her appearance. She said, “If you can’t be the best, why bother at all.” I was too surprised to respond but thinking about it, I know I appreciate it when other women (and men) take care of their appearance, no matter their age.
It’s summer!! YAY! Last year I showed how I made cute shelves for the shed door from someone’s cast-off metal bathroom shelves in a post on garden decor. I’ve added new things to the shed door and wanted to share them.
First, an overview of the shed. Check out the AMAZING hydrangea in the foreground.
I thought to put an impatiens in one of the little pots on the shed door.
I added a hook and red hanging impatiens on the right. Those are new white solar string lights I strung across the top.
Finally, because the pot is there on the left I want to show you this lone tomato I’m very excited about!
EDIT 6/20: I’ve come back to this post to include a nighttime shot of my new solar string lights. They don’t reach the ground on either side but I DID hang them evenly at any rate; the right side is blocked by plants.
There are some men who make all of their girlfriends (or wives) do the same thing. That is, all of the girlfriends in turn have to sing in his band, or work in his yard, or throw dinner parties with him, or take cross-country motorcycle trips together, or swing dance. And I think to myself, I could never be such and so ‘s girlfriend (or wife) because I don’t want to do whatever that thing is that all his women have to do.
I don’t know why people persist in believing that being famous is a ticket to happiness.
In his late twenties my older brother went on a solo journey across the country, an adventure trip that took place over the course of about a year. He met a woman and after they’d been together awhile, she agreed to leave her home and come back with him to live in our town. We were all quite curious about who this woman was, leaving her life and job behind to make such a drastic move for a man, and one she hadn’t known terribly long at that. In her car no less!
On the night they returned the family gathered to see him and meet his new lady. I don’t remember much about that evening except that my brother asked our mother rather grandiosely to “rustle up some grub” for his new girlfriend. Rustle up some grub??! Had my brother really said that?! The only place I’d heard the phrase before was on TV, on Westerns. Our suburban family didn’t talk like that. Also, why the hell couldn’t he get up and fix some food or order a pizza or something? As it was he didn’t have to; our mother did indeed go to the kitchen to “rustle up some grub” for my brother’s girlfriend.
The relationship didn’t last – she returned to her home after about a year – and if you ask me there was a major hint in how it would devolve in my brother’s words and attitude that first night. Perhaps he started demanding his girlfriend, a modern, independent woman with her own career to “rustle up some grub” and so on.