life...take three

received my first AARP card in the mail a few days ago
not sure whether to gloat over the movie discounts now available to me or weep over the rapid passing of my youth
a popular yiddish saying tells us that "the days are long, but the years are short"
it might seem that this is an oxymoron at its finest
but anyone who has stayed at home with three amazing infants, seen them through their "terrible two's" , scrubbed the tiny toilets at their cooperative socialization group, baked thousands of gluten and peanut free baked goodies, hosted multitudes of play groups that resembled lord of the flies interactions more than good clean fun will realize that it couldnt be closer to the truth
im thrilled that my high school senior is excited to go far off into her future, elated that my 14 year old has started sprouting something between his nasal cavity and dental orifice that is not dirt, and blessed to have seen my youngest enter his "double digit" years
what fun will the movie discount be if i dont have three little bags with beverages and healthy snacks stuffed into my coat pockets in the middle of the summer ?
whom will i hold over the toilet bowl so their royal behinds dont touch down ?
will i be able to make sense of a film without the distractions of one of the angels kicking the seat in front of them, returning to the bathroom, crawling on the floor for the precious lost trinket ?
im not really sure
so for now i think i will tuck the AARP card into my change purse in the unlikely event i find myself brave enough to break out with it

too much information...

greetings and salutations friends
i had every intention of chatting with you yesterday but truth be told it took much longer than anticipated to retreive my password and user name from google in order to access my account
im not ashamed of my lack of tecchie finesse
or about the fact that i am a punctuation rebel
but those are stories for another day....

i can feel it to the core of my being that im not the only one out there that puts mini-pads in the arm pits of my better dresses...
peri-menopause is not an easy experience
its sort of like adolescence without the dewy skin
you might think this doesnt affect you but believe you me
if you are a middle aged woman or live with/love one...it does

mea culpa if i tell you the same piece of information several dozen times or conversely neglect to mention something i fully expect you to be well versed in
and as for that coffee i promised you
ill just watch you indulge in that second cup
because the palpitations are just way above my threshold for comfort
and the tropical paradise im living in needs no encouragement

what i would appeciate is a little slack with my functioning skillset
its coming back boys and girls
everything is under control and should be copacetic for that presidential run
i bid you adieu until our next cup of decaf

welome to my world

im not quite sure how a shive call turned into a blog...
then again a cup of joe generally doesnt last for two hours, unless of course its two old friends from brooklyn, new york who havnt seen or spoken with one another for 30 years.
sometimes everything old becomes new again, and for that im eternally grateful.
my writing has always been cathartic at best, and certainly good for my blood pressure, if not my cardiologist.
and so missing the shive period for my friend ronnie's father, of blessed memory evolved into the enless cup of coffee in a town far from home. and in this ubiquitous town i discovered that in fact i was not invisible and therefore could be heard and seen.
and that my words could convey humor and comfort to others aside from myself.
welcome to my world.
i hope you will return for a visit
the coffee is on me