Happy Valentine's Day

I rue the day that VD day was conceptulized. That's a big word I need to spell check later. Anyway, I can count on one hand the VD days I've spent with a significant other. This "holiday" has almost always been meaningless to me. Or it's a jumping off point to that downward spiral known as "the grass is always greener". I'm sure later, when I go downstairs to the game room (in my apartment building) to play Texas Train with my fat old lady friends, they will all say "Happy Valentine's day" to me.

Why older people don't want to get off the couch

During the last few years I've noticed that my limbs are getting stiffer. I cannot manipulate my body like I did when I was in my forties. I used to leap off the bus, but now I hold on to the rail and slowly lower myself to the street. Note-If you ride the bus, you know that the curb is usually many inches from the back door. I personally like to debus from the back like the sign suggests (am I still trying to be a good girl?). Plus, I sit towards the middle of the bus so as not to get evicted from my seat for seniors and wheelchairs. Advanced planning is your friend when frequenting the transit system.
Back to the subject at hand. This aforementioned stiffness is why older people don't like to get up from the couch.

Getting old

Have you ever wondered why old people always have hard candy on them? Well, let me tell you that many of the meds that we take make our mouths dry and our tongues like leather. So aside from drinking a lot of water, and having to get our butts off the sofa to go to the bathroom, or scoping out all the public restrooms along a day's adventures, we suck on candy! Next post: why we don't like to get our butts off the sofa...

Feb. 12

Hello my friends,
Today has started off well, drank two cups of coffee and smoked two cigarettes and 4 butts, too lazy to go to the bodega for another pack just yet. Damn these ciggies, everyone I smoke I hate more than the last one, and yet... there are no clouds today. Temp is in the 70s, and it is February. I could go to the beach today if I wanted. I have much gratitude for my life. My meds are good and except for the fibromyalgia I am good. What I am trying to say is that my life is good. I have time, I live in a tourist town, and I have options. I just don't have any spending cash.