The green light of the LCD numbers on the cube sized alarm clock close to my bed says it is
10:49 p.m. That is central time USA for everyone who lives anyplace other than central standard time USA.
I have an hour and eleven minutes to type a page before I'm already behind and it is only day two. Can we easily say that perseverance is one of my issues? Maybe.
What happened to the delighting--save the planet--girl of yesterday? I guess the responsibility of typing this when my left eye waters constantly, when my 53 year old shoulders complain upon any attempt to move them, overwhelmed me. One could argue for me--"well maybe you did too much today"--sure, like a little laundry, vacuuming, dusting, mopping, cleaning up the kitchen. It didn't seem like much when I was doing it. But now my body is propped up in bed and hoping that sweet dreams also include the one where I drink about five to ten of those Red Bull energizing booster thingees.
I hope that will happen. I'll let you know.
Oprah, if you like her, or even if you don't like her, is calling for women who clean their house in the nude to appear on her show (not nude--that's on the pay per view channels--seriously). I do and did clean my house in the nude today. Why? I'm peri, post, or in menopause and any type of material on my skin while I grunt and bend and try to make something clean infuriates my body. It starts to hot flash itself into almost enough of a panic that I would run outside naked. God forbid!
And don't get the idea that I look like what Matel would create if they had a Naked Barbie Who Cleans the House--remember 53 years old and not prone to perseverance. I don't think the cover of Mature Living will be calling me up.
Cleaning the house naked is freeing though--it is not weird--I am not a nudist camp wannabe. Some unknown power seems to come along with operating machinery like vacuum cleaners and washers and dryers without clothes on. It's like you have control (wearing no clothes) of something you have little control of (having to clean house).
It's awesome to feel cool (no hot flashes) and powerful (in charge of large machinery) at the same time. Oprah wants women who will talk about these naked cleaning sprees on national tv. That makes this one-page-a-day thing seem so much a better venue when the only person I have to tell is ME. Goodnight!
