The Wrinkly Revolution

I had a lovely talk with my mother the other day. She lives a couple thousand miles away from me so when we talk, we end up talking for a LONG time. It was wonderful.

One of our topics of conversations was my Aunt Edith. I haven't met her since I was a young girl but through telephone calls and my mother's conversations I feel that she is part of my family.

Aunt Edith is 75+ years of age and grew up during a time when being aware of your body was a dirty thing. A woman was supposed to be there for her husband and if she enjoyed the physical intimacy that is a result of marriage, it was considered o.k. (hushed voice) but don't talk about it.

Aunt Edith lost her her husband about 5 years. They had a lovely marriage with children, grand children, society functions, etc. and Aunt Edith took it pretty hard when Uncle Robert passed away. Since that time she has traveled a bit, become closer with my mother, sold her house and moved into a retirement home for older people. These were all big steps for someone that lived for her husband and children.

It has taken some time but she is beginning to enjoy her freedom from past expectations. It's been five years and she is in a place where there are social nights and other activities to while away the time. What do you think happened? Why of course, she met someone. After almost 50 years, my Aunt has begun dating and let's face it after that many years it was a little difficult to get into it. She is worried that no one will approve. We feel that it is absolutely great that a woman that is 75+ years of age has a chance to explore what it is like to FEEL the pleasure of a man's friendship in that very special way for the first time in her life.

As I was telling my husband about this he commented, "Let's hear it for the 'Wrinkly Revolution'."

So with that comment ringing in my ears, "The Wrinkly Revolution has Begun!"

Computer Hiatus

I've been on Computer Hiatus for the last three weeks. We lost our Uncle Denys. I've found out that when something like that happens, I become very insular and I tend to block the whole world out. Probably not very healthy but I'm such a HUGE cry baby that I can't think about it without getting a tear in my eye, let alone talk about it. This makes talking to the relatives very difficult because I just choke up on the phone and have to hand it off to someone that can talk intelligently. This makes me unbearably embarrassed. I can't keep my feelings to myself and that everyone has to put up with my heart on my sleeve.

Now, Uncle Denys' death was a good thing and it was well planned. He had been suffering from cancer for quite some time and he had been released from the hospital to spend his last days at home with his friends and family. So, he had a chance to tie up loose ends, say good bye and generally enjoy (as much as possible) his ending days. He was a very religious man so I know that he is enjoying his new home. So, for all these reasons and many more, I can say confidently, that his death WAS a good thing. However, I still miss his humor, faith and friendship. Oops... I've got to wipe my eyes, silly me.

O.K., now I've got that out of my system, let's move on. Autumn is almost over in the Nebraska area. Most of the leaves have fallen so now it's time to rake them up and clean the gutters before the snow and ice arrive. Shawna and I raked the front yard yesterday.

It is so much fun to jump into a pile of leaves. I didn't tell her that I did that before she joined me out there. Yes, I started without her and boy am I sore because of it. Terribly, out of shape, am I. Unfortunately, I am too sore to do the back yard today. I might just have to mow them into the grass. I have so much more to type but I have to get the muffins started before things get busy. I'll try to hop back on later this evening.