bye-bye for now

As we step into 2015 we have high hopes that this will be the year to accomplish our dreams, goals wishes and wants. Getting healthy, eating right and losing weight are always on the top of our lists this time of year. The gyms will do a brisk business for the next month or two and then it will be back to business as normal.

I stared this blog a few years ago. I wanted to write about the joys, laughs and complexity of finding love as A Grown Woman, a woman who is now watching her child raise her children, was heading toward retirement from the workforce and eventually planning to downsize, sell my home and move into an apartment. Bottom line – reinvent myself. There were some unexpected twists and turns, like losing a parent, a couple of close friends and family members one right after another.  Everything but the finding love has come to fruition.

This past month I’ve spent serious time thinking about the direction of this blog in 2015. Am I still hoping to find love? Or am I standing still waiting for love to find me? Am I even open to love? And what would that look like for me?  I don’t know – I just go round and round about it. What I do know is that going forward I want to make every day count. I want to make a difference in whatever I do no matter how small.  Time is a precious commodity and should be used wisely and to the fullest. So with that said I’m taking a break from Diary of A Grown Woman. Like my Dad the Grand Poobah use to say “bye-bye for now”.

I can always be reached through this blog site with comments, encouragement or questions. I intend to leave up until….?.

Peace out……..for now


To my five faithful readers:

It looks like time does not permit me to blog more than once a week even though I promised to be more consistent and post Monday, Wednesday and Friday. That’s probably not going to happen until the New Year rolls around. It’s been one whole week and I’m just finding the opportunity to open my lap top and pound out a few words and truth be told, I’d really rather go to bed.

So many thoughts have been whirling around in my head. I’m in such a season of reflection. This past week has been one of sleeplessness for me. I go to bed tired, sleep for a few hours then wake up! I don’t wake up refreshed or rested most times it’s a crazy dream that wakens me then my mind starts whirling with personal reflections, things I need to do on a jewelry project I need to start or should I say trying to get the inspiration I need to create something fresh and exciting and at that point my mind will not turn off. Don’t you hate when that happens?  Working this seasonal job also takes a chunk of time of my weekly schedule.  Now here I go – again – entering into a new week feeling physically tired. Life – always handing me a new challenge!

However, at the end of the day I can say with confidence that in spite of myself I am blessed and highly favored. I am inspired to live an exceptional life and I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Peace out!

PS: I haven’t gotten any comments lately so maybe I’m down to just one faithful reader – LOL!



More Old saying…

More old sayings, however these are actually lyrics from an old folk song.

The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,

Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be,

The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,

Many long years ago.

For years my Semi Grown Woman Daughter has said I know “way too many of those old timey sayings”. Funny though, the more “grown” you become the more you remember those old sayings, songs and wives tales. Of course many if not all have been used by my mom the Grand Dame of Grown Womanhood. It has been said old wives’ tales are passed down by older women to a younger generation. “Such “tales” are considered superstition, folklore or unverified claims with exaggerated and/or inaccurate details.” Today, some old wives’ tales have proven to be valid. Here are five a I remember right off the top of my head, there are more but I’d have to think about it for a few.

  • Eating ice cream before going to bed at night will cause you to have nightmares.
  • Cracking knuckles gives arthritis.
  • Keep making silly faces and it will make the silly face permanent.
  • Shaving makes the hair grow back thicker.
  • It’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors.

But wait……I have seriously digressed.

The lyrics to that song came to mind while I was deciding whether or not to relax and watch a movie, that of course means sprawled out on the couch with some snacks and some sleep involved either during the movie or right after or take the opportunity to do something constructive – like housecleaning, laundry and repotting a plant in need.

I’ve work all week something I haven’t done since retirement. Sorry productivity I can’t hang with you today. I’m opting out for a good long rest this afternoon. AND, since I refuse to use the word “o – l – d.

My song goes;

The grown gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,

Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be,

The grown gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,

Many long years ago.


Peace out!

24 little hours

What a difference a day makes. A ballad, that as a child I often heard as part of the genre of music beloved by my parents’ generation. What a difference a day makes. Twenty-four little hours, brought the sun and the flowers. Where there used to be rain. But my song goes. What a difference a day makes. Twenty-four little hours, brought the cold and the rain where there used to be warmth. That’s right, after mentioning the Indian summer we were experiencing it took a mere twenty four hours for the weather to do a 360 degree turn and voila….. It’s cold, cloudy and coat/boot weather! Unbelievable! I expected chilly after all it is October in the mid-west. But what happen to a gradual change in the temperature? I was ready though. I had already pulled out my winter clothes and spent a couple of days the week before changing over my closest from summer to winter. I only have my bedroom walk-in closet in my new place the guest bedroom closet here is my storage closet. I do miss having three closets available to me but that’s what may happen when you downsize from a house to an apartment. Since my place is so small every thing needs to be organized and in its place or you get a cluttered feel. I can’t just pull out things as needed. I had to completely unpack winter clothes and use the same containers, suitcases etc. to pack away summer clothes and get them put away in storage. I even had my wool stuff dry cleaned, picked up and hanging in the closet. So I’m ready! However, I’m told that we should expect a couple of warm days between now and Thanksgiving.

Speaking of Thanksgiving – can you believe its right around the corner? This year has certainly flown by. I’ve already started to reflect usually my end of the year project on what I’ve accomplished so far this year. Have I used my time wisely? Have I made a difference in the lives of those I love and care about as well as anyone else I’ve come in contact with? Have I lived up to my full potential at least for the most part?