• #MeToo Sugar Panties

    I haven’t really written about the #MeToo movement.

    At least, I don’t think I have, not specifically at least. I could check but that’s boring and I don’t want to.

    So, we’ll just assume I haven’t.

    Not that it matters.

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  • Painting Walls: This is What I Do

    So, I told Randy that I’m starting to get concerned that I’m going to go through paint withdrawal.

    Randy: We have a 4 day weekend. Is this how you want to start it?

    Me: I’m being serious.

    Randy: I am also not kidding.


    Me: I’ve been painting walls for going on two years.

    Randy: I am aware.

    Me: I have probably two to three months left and that’s everything. Even the basement. Then no more painting.painting walls

    Me: What am I going to do with my life?

    Randy: You are not going to go through withdrawal.

    Me: You don’t know. Painting is my life. I hate painting.

    Me: Except I kind of love painting. I think it’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to meditation.

    Randy: You cheat at meditation.

    Me: I cheat at Candyland.

    Randy: There is that.

    So, I am going to be finished painting soon. Soonish.

    I love the results so far. I can’t wait to be finished. I’ll take a video when everything is done.

    But then I’ll be finished.

    I don’t even get that. I’ll be finished?

    I’ve been bitching about painting walls for forever. It was over a year ago when I dumped a gallon of paint on the floor.

    I am actually still traumatized by the spilled paint. Every time I open a bucket of paint, I am positive that it’s going to be seeping into the hardwood floors. Yet does that fear stop me from pulling a tarp with an open paint can on it? No. No it does not. 

    I have furniture I want to paint. I have books I want to read.

    I have writing I want to do.

    You guys, I have completely abandoned all other writing. All of it.

    Even when I spent months ignoring big projects, I still regularly submitted to other publications.

    I have done nothing but write this blog for months now.

    I feel antsy.

    Maybe it’s good that I’m nearly done painting.

    I have other things to do.


    Photo courtesy of Sharon McCutcheon

  • What Not To Eat After Fifty

    I wrote a post a few years ago about things you shouldn’t wear after 50 and it resonated with quite a few people.

    It also pissed a lot of people off because they didn’t read the article, but instead reacted angrily to the title. It wasn’t about not wearing things. The article was about wearing what you want and not caring about other people’s opinions about what is or is not “age appropriate”.

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