“Not in Assisted Living (Yet): Dispatches from the Edge of Independence!

Welcome to my World---Woman, widow, senior citizen seeking to live out my days with a sense of whimsy as I search for inner peace and friendships. Jeez, that sounds like a profile on a dating app and I have zero interest in them, having lost my soul mate of 42 years. Life was good until it wasn't when my husband had a massive stroke and I spent the next 12 1/2 years as his caregiver. This blog has documented the pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties and finally, moving past it all. And now I’m ready for a new start, in a new location---a continuum care campus in West Michigan, U.S.A. Some people say I have a quirky sense of humor that shows up from time to time in this blog. Others say I make some keen observations about life and growing older. Stick around, read a while. I'm sure we'll have things in common. Your comments are welcome and encouraged. Jean
Showing posts with label coffee cups. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee cups. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2022

Descending Down into Octogenarian Madness

 
I’ve been wanting a travel coffee cup since summer finally settled in and I saw people here on campus walking around with their insulated drink containers which coincided with the time I published the blog post, Coffee Cups and Great Books. In that post I outed my deceased husband’s passion for message cups and I revealed my dark desire to label myself a writer without using an adjective qualifying the term. Yadda, yadda, yadda. An anonymous commenter then left an Etsy link and off I went to spend the next two days shopping the bejeeies out of the message cups and travel mugs market. I was all over the internet like a dog with a new bone. (Some writer I am, using a tired metaphor like that one.) Who would have ever guessed you can get so many cups and mugs with words that label the owner as a blogger or a writer? My favorite ones---in the order I like them---are geared for bloggers:
 
Skilled Enough to be a Blogger and Crazy Enough To Love It
It’s not just Blogging it’s a Way of Life
Blogging Makes me Happy
I’m a  Blogger, what’s your Superpower?
Blogging is Kind of my Thing
Being a Blogger is Easy. It’s like Riding a Bike only the Bike is on Fire…
Eat. Sleep. Blog
 
The thought of my new finance planner putting me on a monthly budget makes we want to buy all seven---one for every day of the week---in case I have to curb my frivolous spending too much once he hands me The Plan. (Did I mention I went on a mini buying binge at L.L Bean and Lands' End, too, just in case I don’t like what’s coming from the guy?) But the fear of my blog being discovered by my neighbors should someone see me walking about with one of those cups in hand or on my deck table keeps me from ordering any of them. So I spent a half hour trying in vein to find my blog on the internet with only my full name and the word ‘blog’ to go on. Thanks to a very famous person who shares my name any reference to me or my various blogs have got to be a zillion pages back on Google. In conclusion, I could probably stand in the center of our green space and shout that I'm a blogger and no one would care or could find me if they did. Still....
 
I ended up getting a 14 oz, stainless steel travel mug that says “Writing is my Drug of Choice.” I figure I can walk around with that ambiguity and when people ask what kinds of things I write I’ll say, “Whatever crosses my mind” which is true but if pressed I might mention the three times I’ve taken part in the ‘National Write a Novel in a Month’ event and how I once achieved making the 50,000 word mark and another year getting close to it. I’ve been thinking a lot about doing the NaWriNoMo again. In fact after the coffee cup and mug shopping binge I woke up in the middle of the night with that exact thought pushing its way to my conscious mind as I walked to the bathroom and back.
 
God help me, I’m even thinking about setting the novel in an independent living apartment building. Hint, hint a thinly disguised, fictionalized version of my life only with a plot. I’ve never been good at plotting so it’s a good thing I have from now to November to get an outline of one sketched out. And with that in mind I’m tempted to buy the cup that says, “Please do not Annoy the Writer. She may put you in a Book and Kill you.” That would a fun inside joke to walk around with on campus, wouldn’t it. I’ve gone so far as to bookmark that cup to buy should I decide to do NaWritNoMo again. The last times I did it were 2015 and 2013. It's a lot fun to take part in their message board and to read advice and pep talks from famous authors who also chime in on the board. 
 
Jeez, I just remembered the joke-comment I made about the CEO hiring a hit-man to kill off residents so they could re-sell our apartments! Maybe that could be the bones of my plot and maybe I need to start researching how to structure a murder mystery? This could put a whole new spin on the kinds of conversation tidbits I collect here. Descriptions of accidental falls and doors left ajar and security guards missing when needed could take on a whole new meaning in a murder mystery.
 
I’d rather write a romance but senior citizen romances strike me as pathetic---like the guys are mostly looking for cooks and nurses and the women are looking for deep pockets so they don’t have to eat cat food. I'm likely doing a disservice to my peers but I cannot imagine any guy my age inspiring me to stick my tongue down his throat or me showing him my southward pointing nipples. Although getting undress for the dermatologist is probably more traumatic than having a tryst with a guy in my age bracket. Is this too much information?
 
If you’ve never heard of NaNoWriMo here’s what their website says: “National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 p.m. on November 30. Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought fleetingly about writing a novel.”  In the book written by the founder about the writing event he says words to the effect that you have lower your expectations of writing the Great American Novel to writing one that won't make people want to vomit. It's a first draft written quickly to help kick your creativity into a higher gear. I'm getting excited just thinking about it and I've got my writing seat in our cafe` picked out. And, yes, I would admit to taking part in the event. Half the fun in doing it is doing it in public. ©