Saturday, June 30, 2012

MW????


Just what do those letters mean to you?  I take a homeopathic lettered with MW, standing for Mature Woman.  It is a nice way of describing those of us who are dealing with the hot flashes of later life.
            I was mulling it over this morning and thinking that MW could stand for lots of things connected with this phase of life.  The first thought was Mad Woman.  As the brain started rolling others came up:   Maddening Witch, then to be a little nicer, Magic Witch,  Maniac Witch,  Mad and Weird,  Mutated Wimp, Murky Wiles….well, you can see how things were progressing.
            From there my ideas turned to hot flashes and wonders on why we have to endure these thermal tortures.    Will the comments made at my funeral be influenced by the way I reacted to these intense flashes of heat at inappropriate times?  Perhaps  the epitaph on the marker of my final resting place will be,”  Just couldn’t stand that last hot flash.”

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Leftovers....Again?!


When I started writing this entry the thought kept going through my head questioning,  “why are you wanting to write  about such a thing, weirdo?”  But the  doing of it was persisting so I continued.  Then the other day I read an article about how wasteful we Americans are with the food we don’t eat at meals.  Toss it down the disposal, into the garbage, etc.  It also brought out how much it is costing us in terms of dollars wasted.  Maybe that was the reason pushing me to blog such a subject.

Most of us are always thinking of what is coming up on the next meal.  Those who cook are considering meal preparations in this world of staying alive and eating happily.  I like to cook, but cooking for only two has its drawbacks.  For one thing, it seems like there is hardly anything there when you get done with all the fixing.  Another, why start from scratch which, without a doubt, is the best in taste, nutrition, expense, etc. if you end up with too much.  I like making “just a bit more” and have a bit of leftovers to work with a day or two later.  Another big reason is that when your spouse opens the fridge to see what there is for a good nibble, maybe there is something tempting to the palate.  I don’t know about you, but I have heard the lament, “There is nothing in this house to eat.”

Beyond the snack issue, using leftovers takes some creativity.  Most times it is simpler to trot out a recipe, follow it, and produce something marvelous, than it is to figure out how to use that bit of this or that to put an acceptable meal on the table.  I find it fun to figure out just how I can transform that extra into something different, yet still good.  Casserole, salads, desserts, all likely candidates for using that little amount.  Early in my married life one of my husband’s friends, on receiving a sparkling glass of liquid from me, said, “So, what have you got in here, besides the kitchen sink?”  He was smiling as he teased.  I admit, I probably “experiment “ too much and not all of the experiments turn out the way I thought they would.  Sometimes it is worse, but often it is better than I imagined.

We can think of leftovers in things besides food.  Is there someone who needs just a little of your friendship?  Maybe they aren’t on the normal list of who we consider friends yet a kind word from us would have meaning.  When we are just too tired to keep pushing a child on a swing, isn’t there really one or two more pushes there if we really want to?   Sometimes it is as simple as extending a smile to someone who crosses our path in the grocery store, or at a stop light.  Here again we can use our creativity. We have lots of areas in our lives where there is a bit leftover with which to work.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Simplify, Toss Out, Maybe


This is something that takes constant effort.  I am working on it, physically and mentally.  In the process I came upon a paper I had written for a Pych class in college.   I know, what am I doing keeping a paper of that vintage?  I had no idea I had kept it, my life story for the Genealogy 101, yes, but this class?   Well, for some reason I still had it.
 As near as I can tell it was supposed to be a case study of myself, analyzing  my habits, personality, etc., the causes of the same.  I shuddered  as I read  parts of it, wondering if I was really like that at the young age of 20.  Some traits I can see that I did possess, and I still possess---like putting my foot in my mouth now and again when something really gets to me.  "Surely I have improved," I say to myself---haven’t I? 
Actually it was rather an interesting read, seeing myself and my thought processes at that relatively early stage of maturing.  It was worth my keeping if for none other than that I had recorded a sentence or two about an appointment with an optometrist in Salt Lake City, discovering that I did indeed need to wear glasses.  My right eye saw things with a “blurry edge.”
            Now, fifty years later, having had eye surgery on my left eye to correct a macular hole, my right eye is still seeing things a bit off.  It makes me wonder if the condition  has been with me in a lesser degree all these long years.  My eye surgeon feels it is best to not remove a slowly developing cataract in my right eye in case that would accelerate whatever is going on in there.  This doctor, of course, knows nothing of this finding years ago.  I will have a surprise for him on my next trip to Idaho Falls.
            This is one thing I have been glad I did not toss, along with my life story at age 20, written for Genealogy 101. It is enlightening as well.  I hope that at least my writing style has improved.