Captain’s Log 6,039
I seriously need a break from the hum drum of my existence. I know the Portland trip will be here soon, but not soon enough. It’s almost five weeks away.
I also need a cotton bathrobe for summer. Microfiber is nice but it’s hot as Hades. I think the person who developed it was trying to figure out how to bake potatoes without an oven. Gads! Nice for cold evenings but not so nice for summer lounging. Guess it’s off to Amazon Prime to find something.
Back in day, I was moved by the books about old ladies wearing purple. Then I saw my first group of Red Hat Ladies. I was on a tour bus with Big Sister Mia to go to some event in the area, and we stopped at a park and drive area along the way and picked up about 15 red hatters.
Oh gads, NO!
I decided right then and there that I would never join a group that celebrates menstrual status. Ever! As much as I love headgear, I am NOT going to wear a red hat! In addition to being totally strange, they also drank like sailors on that bus. They had coolers full of wine. By the time we got where we were going, the “reddies” were half in the bag. Not my idea of fun.
AARP jumped all over my ass the second I turned 50. Thank goodness these women are not that organized.
I am more lone wolf as I celebrate my eccentric post-menopausal era.
Much more my style. And it doesn’t require a bus ride with a cooler of wine.
The salt mines beckon.