GLITTER IS MY SIGNATURE COLOR

I got a text around 8:30 AM, that my new glasses were waiting for me to pick them up. I hurried up and got ready to go collect them 😊

I dressed accordingly – the new eyewear was glitzy with glitter … so was my makeup, and clothing. If I had glitter hairspray, I would have used that too.

My inner flamingo was coming out in full force, this morning 😉

Eyeshadow of choice, today - 'gentle' for browline & 'likeable' for eyelid; it is very glittery.

Blue ‘liner’ to match my jeans; also packed with glitter.

Peachy - white tube – lip gloss; glittery.

Gold studs on my gold-threaded top; I sparkled from head to toe, today 😊

Rubyhorse – ‘Sparkle’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53xIJbzo-QA)

I’m a big bottom-big boobed woman … with a very short torso; so, it looks like I have no waist at all: people stare. When I was younger (and thinner) that didn’t matter: tanks tops and short shorts gave the illusion of an hour-glass shape with definition – people could see that I did, in fact, have a waist. Sort of. But at 65, baring my midriff would be ridiculous, and pointless: my sliding-south-boobs would hide my waist 😉

What people can see now, is my face. Thankfully, that is holding up; for now, even if my teeth are crooked. Bob loved all of me, as imperfect as I am: and Bob was an very handsome man 😊

I decided with the dawning of 2022, that I was going to make having fun the main focus of my life: I’m 65 and looking at the downslope of life, and I am going to pack that short amount of time with fun, fun, and more fun. I’m not going to be doing outlandish stunts … but I am going to give more freedom to my bohemian side.

Colorful, boho style clothing (I’m old enough to afford cruising trendy Thrift Shops, and young enough at heart, to get a kick out of wearing it again), glittery makeup, and glitzy eyewear is a start. And even though people tell me I look younger than I am, I’m smart enough to know that I am loooong past 20. Or 40. Or 50: I will not get swept away by recklessness to the point of ridiculousness as some widows do.

But, I do intend to have fun!

Bohemian Style After 60

(https://sixtyandme.com/is-it-ok-to-embrace-bohemian-clothing-after-60/)

Walking out the door ...

I had a wait in the car for a bit when I got downtown (refused to wear a mask inside) … and there was a wait in the optometrist’s office (while the Contact’s order was scrapped, and $$$ refunded me – they kept half).

I played a game of Woodoku.

I hadn’t had anything to eat before I left home, and I was hungry; so, I asked my SIL if she’d like to join me for lunch, on Commerce. Merry has done so much for me these past 3¼ years. I wanted to let her know I appreciated her.

When I showed her my new glasses, she didn’t bat an eye – but she did laugh with me when I said, “they look very elton john, don’t they? I can’t stand his music, but I do like these glasses. They are almost as outrageous as his always were.” That is the type of person I want in my tribe 😊

Timely message; leaving Country Folks Deli.

The eyeglasses case is pink.

I swear – I’ve never had so much pink in my life, in my entire life!

If Bob is looking down on me, I’m sure he is as shocked as I am at how suddenly my tomboy lifestyle has been turned on its ear; and morphed into a pink haze of femininity.

I’m getting used to it now, but for a while there I was kinda getting freaked out wondering who the heck this New Me is.

My life is going 'pink' at turbo speed.

And I’m also thinking, that if Bob is paying any attention at all to what I am doing down here on Earth, he is howling with laughter as I wear my new glasses … after all, Bob had a hand in my choosing them 😉

These new glasses aren’t as colorful as the ones Bob inadvertently {chose} for me about 5 years ago; just before we bought this house. He pointed them out to me as a joke, but they spoke to my gypsy soul – and came home with me.

I still burst out in laughter every time I think of that moment, and the total look of shock when Bob realized I was actually going to buy them and wear them 😊

Bob inadvertently started the whole 'bling thing'; LOL

I can’t wait to show them off to my Lexington friends, Friday morning!

I can already hear the hoots of laughter 😉

Pink Floyd – ‘Shine On, You Crazy Dimond’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWGE9Gi0bB0)

NATIONAL WIDOW WEDNESDAY/USA ~2022

Today is National Widow Wednesday-USA.

I make that distinction, because some people confuse today with International Widow Day … which is in June.

I also make that distinction because I do not want to be classified with widowhood that is a direct result of terrorist activity: Bob was not a brainwashed religious nutcase, and I am not a widow because of religious fervor gone seriously wrong. Our life together was not altered by a religious call to arms. I do not want to be bundled together with craziness brought about by crazies.

I admit that all widows have hard time of it; but I will not be acknowledging International Widow observances.

I am, however, acknowledging America’s National Widow Wednesday – this is something I can get behind, and support (and not only because I happen to be a widow, myself) because I like the background of this observance: https://whatsyourgrief.com/national-widows-day/

My acknowledgment will not be in a depressed mood – my husband, Bob, is in a permanent happy place now … and though I, myself, am not in a permanently Happy Place: I am not crying 24/7 like I was in the early days, months, and years of my widowhood. I still have moments where memories are triggered and tears fill my eyes; but I chose joy. I chose to honor Bob by doing what he told me to do … I chose to live fully in the joy of the moment. When tears threaten to whisk me into a blue mood, I remember Bob’s zest for life, and I chose joy over despair that the love of my life is no longer available to me.

It is true that I am a Widow: 3¼ years a widow. How is that possible – and how have I managed to manage every second of those 1,218 days and nights that Bob was not physically part of?

By the faithfulness of Elohim, and His grace.

By the loving embrace of friendship.

By the outpouring of love that sheltered my battered spirit and broken heart like a comforting cocoon; until my fledgling wings sprouted and strengthened enough to help hope take flight.

By learning to live in the moment – yesterday is gone … and tomorrow is not promised: only today, this moment in my life, matters.

It took me roughly two years into widowhood to function as an adult Solo Lobo instead of an angry brat. It took another twelve months for my foggy brain to reconstitute. And three months into 2022, it is surprising to me how widowhood does not overshadow my life in the moment.

I’ve come a long way from where I was in the grieving process.

And I like that people who are in my life now are not cautious about saying Bob’s Name, and/or talking about him 😊Those conversations with people who knew Bob, and share their memories of him with me, bring more joy into my life. We do not sit around talking constantly about Bob … but when we do bring him into the conversation, it is a sweet time of remembrance. And it warms my heart to know that Bob was loved by so many people, besides myself.

So, today; on this day of widowhood observance, I chose to ride the waves and go with the flow 😉

I want to age like sea glass.

Widowhood is previously unknown frailty.

Widowhood is living in a constant state of missingness – of being alone in a crowd of people. It’s looking back even while looking/moving forward.

I want to welcome, and ride the crest of the person widowhood is shaping: the person Bob, and Yeshua, always knew I was capable of being. I was always compassionate and empathetic … but today, I listen to people in ways I couldn’t before. When Bob was physically with me, I never experienced loneliness; loneliness was always a foreign thing to me – and I couldn’t relate to the depth’s others felt it. After Bob graduated to a higher level of living beyond the clouds, that foreign thing became a very real, very present experience: my listening ability has been altered by life’s tempests.

Widowhood is becoming a New Person in an unfamiliar New Life.

Widowhood is murky shadowiness – even when the sun is at its brightest.

I want all the garbage life throws at me, to become something beautiful in the staggering, heaving, relentlessly agitating waves of life.

Widowhood is rebirth.

I want to age like sea glass.

Sea Glass:

(https://wonderopolis.org/wonder/where-does-sea-glass-come-from)

Widowhood is life changing.

That is what I will be acknowledging of today’s National Widow Wednesday.

DC’s ‘MINISTRY OF TRUTH’ ~Another obama Coup

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing on the radio – that the DC elites, so out of touch with reality – would establish a communist agency, with nazi zeal, titled ‘The Ministry of Truth’ (https://thehill.com/opinion/white-house/3472878-joe-bidens-ministry-of-truth/)

W.T.H.

And I do mean Hell with a Capitol H.

The obamanite demonrat {Ministry of Truth} intends to shoot its tentacles into tyrannical involvement with news media/entertainment/fine arts/and educational sources: its dictatorial purpose is to rewrite History to change the facts to fit Party Doctrine for its popaganda effect.

Apparently the governmental covid overreach that destroyed our Nation's Electoral process, and destroyed our Nation's Economic Security, didn’t do the job well enough to satisfy the DC deadheads and their dipshit cohorts.

The DC moronic obamanite devotees are actually DOING and BELIEVING that they can get away with this bullshit (I mean … they did get away with THREE obama-led COUPS – and shut the Nation down for 3 years: they’re feeling pretty full of themselves).

The Lord of Flies has spoken (actually evil obama has never shut his wicked pie hole) … and the immature, emotionally twisted bullies devoted to his dangerous agenda, must go head-hunting: it’s the rule of The Game.

But here’s the skinny on the fat pile of bullshit: what the obamanite demonrats considers {truth} is ANYTHING BUT. They can parade their freaky geeks on the world’s stage 24-7-365 … but they will NEVER CONVINCE rational thinking people that their “truth” is reality.

Rational, mentally stable people KNOW that the obamanite demonrats are so rabid with bitter, poisoned, hatred … that they have sold their souls to the Devil – and that sale is reflected in the continual power grabs to further their twisted translations of said “truth”.

DANGEROUS DAYS FOR AMERICA.

Dangerous days for the world at large.

COCKPOT VEGETABLE SOUP Recipe

I was visiting a friend Sunday afternoon, and she mentioned she was making chili for Supper. I’ve been thinking of making a pot of chili. But I am also thinking the freezer needs clearing out to make room for this year’s veggie harvest if the rain stops long enough to get the garden started 😉

I woke up with back pain this morning (I move all over the bed in my sleep, so any one of those positions could have tweaked me good ☹); so, before I did a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g., I placed a pain-killing patch on my upper back where that slipped disc is located (you get a cardio workout trying to do this solo lobo – it's like wrestling a sticky octopus!) …

I need to grab some more boxes of these things when I'm in town, again.

… and rethought the chili: instead, I would make a vegetable soup for my Supper tonight; while laundry was washing and drying 😊 (Recipe follows at end of post).

Last week, I had pulled some fresh Spring leeks when I turned the soil over in the veggie boxes; when the rain stopped for 45 minutes, which was long enough for me to get outside and pull the out-of-control weeds. So, those fresh leeks – sitting in water in a large glass – were pulled from the ‘fridge, washed and sliced; and went into the soup pot this afternoon.

Homegrown Leeks; smells SO GOOD.

Along with carrots and turnips I pulled from the freezer.

Homegrown Carrots & Turnips.

I reached high to collect the herbs needed to add flavor: a good stretch is preferrable to climbing my little ladder (12” off the ground is too high for me!): and I was wearing that pain-killing patch ;-)

Homegrown, dried, and crushed Herbs.

I pulled frozen chunks of zucchini, and used those: freezer clearing was under way, and I was anticipating colorful, chunkier, homemade soup in a few hours 😊

Homegrown yellow & green Zucchini.

The ceramic pot was slipped into the electrified aluminum crockpot sleeve, and the temperature dial was set. Supper will be done when the laundry is finished; and the house will be filled with the yummy scent of anticipation.

Set to cook ... I love the smell of home cooking, and the cozy felling that comes with it.

View from my windows today … STILL. Can someone explain to me how we have a drought situation with ALL this continual rain???

Vegetable Soup ~makes 8 servings (about 1 cup each)

2 large Leeks, cleaned and sliced * 1½ cups diced Celery * 3 Tbsp. unsalted Butter * 2 large Carrots, sliced or diced * 1 small Turnip, julienned or diced * 4½ cups Beef Stock, or broth * ½ teaspoon Salt * ¼ teaspoon dried Thyme, crumbled * ¼ teaspoon dried Marjoram, crushed * 1/8 teaspoon dried Rosemary, crumbled * 1/8 teaspoon ground White Pepper * 3 medium Potatoes, diced * 1 medium Zucchini, diced

Place all ingredients, herbs, and stock in crock pot: and set temperature to High for 6 hours – or until the potatoes are sufficiently cooked through.