Age Challenged rQQzy: Midweek Meander

Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Thursday, June 25, 2026

Midweek Meander

A week ago, I made a date for this morning (Thursday) with my art girls.

On Wednesday, I made plans with The Gypsy to spend a couple of hours with her on Thursday morning from around 9am.

BUT THEN I REMEMBERED … It’s Thursday morning! I already have a date at the Lions Park with the art girls!

Until I don’t!

I set my alarm for 7am because I wanted time to play with Harley before I left, but by the time I climbed out of bed (7.45am), had a shower, figured out what to wear on this cool morning, selected my jewellery, put on my make up and gathered everything I needed to take, it was 8.45am.

On the way to the park, I had to drop some newspaper and some sunlight soap off at The Gypsy’s address, but Adoring Husband didn’t fulfill my request to get newspapers from the shop this morning, so I had to hightail it to the shops first, come all the way back to The Gypsy and then go all the way back to the park - in less than 15 minutes.

It was a stretch. Thanks AH.

Before I even left home, one of the art girls advised that she wouldn’t be attending.

Within 30 minutes, another withdrew.

I asked the other two if they were coming. One didn’t respond, but The Stylish One suggested that we all gather NEXT week on Thursday.

So I’d cancelled a visit with The Gypsy for a nonexistent visit with my art girls.

I purchased a coffee from the shops and found a comfortable seat by the river to sit and enjoy this blustery Winter morning. I was harassed by two magpies, a noisy mynah and two bin chickens until they realised that I had no food and then they deserted me.

At 10.30am I rode back home to say goodbye to AH as he headed off to golf.

BGWLBH was at work.

I sat in silence, in my bedroom, with Harley, for 3 hours.

No devices.

No TV.

Just me and my thoughts.

It was divine.

Those three hours passed surprisingly fast and before I knew it, BGWLBH was home.

For dinner, I made stuffed chicken thigh rollups with boiled, then baked butter potatoes and steamed beans, carrots and snow peas.

The plates were scraped clean.

It’s now after 9pm and I have football, golf and Wimbledon qualifying tennis to fall asleep to.