Thinking on the porch...

Back to those twenty questions. I have turned sixty and am still here after all. Question # 13. Am I the only one struggling not to {cry } during {  doctor's appt. } {pass gas} during {yoga}? Ah, no.  Every one dreads committing some sort of social blunder. Substitute your greatest shame-fear then know you are not alone...feel liberated. The doctor I see is probably thirty-five I am so anxious about my inevitable tears...just ask me nicely "How are you feeling?" Bwaaa! How can she possibly know what menopause is like??? No sleep, creaking joints, actual sweating thru...I could go on and on! She smiles and says "No worries, just the aging body." Bwaaaaaaa. I know this but I did not want to hear it from someone so young! I do not want to cry in her office. So I make my social blunder worse by trying to make an old lady joke...

The point, the answer to # 13 is that I am not alone. We have all made a social gaffe now and again. Accept that this is a part of being human...

Reading on the porch...

I have been reading a lot this last couple of weeks and I picked up some good ones at the library...the very best one was Julia's Chocolates by Cathy Lamb! Irreverent, tragic, funny and so human. I hated to finish it, to let go of the characters. I want more of this author. I've been listening to the Jane Austin Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler while I force myself to ride my bike every morning...it is working. The Sunday Wife by Cassandra King. Good but tragic. Harder to read than her other much funnier stuff but there is hope out there...