it's 3 am and i'm waiting for my alarm to go off at 4 am to be ready to leave for the airport at 6am when my plane takes off at 8 am. this makes no sense to me. normal people would get up at 5 to get ready to go to the airport. but not me.. it's almost as though i have to be awake to welcome the alarm going off.
i'm all packed and now i have two hours to do what? i suppose i'll shower. years ago when i worked i'd have my clothes ready for my trip. always a lovely outfit with the right jewelry and of course fully made up.. now i fly with a pr. of leggings and a tee shirt and a jacket to cover my ass. i wear no makeup and probably look like a homeless person in my first class cabin. after flying first class once, you can't go back to coach. i've become a travelling snob. it's either first class or no class.
i worry about my ankles swelling up. when that happens my feet hurt for days.. in the old days i never gave my ankles anything thought. i don't know how these things happen. i'll probably go for a foot massage tomorrow and to an accupuncturist to deal with my ever swollen ankles. i've taken my water pills with me also to help. i'm a walking drug store.
years ago after a flight i'd go to my hotel and have a massage therapist immediately come to my room to give me a jet lag massage. times they are a changing !
my cousin barbara told me this blog is depressing her because it's true. barbara has an issue with age and aging anyway.. she looks really young but keeps saying her body knows shes 68. it drives her crazy. revealing her age on my blog should really blow her mind. she'll forgive me, she always does. thats the beauty of our relationship. my other relatives, not so much. everyone in my family is angry with every other member of the family. they're quite a bunch. but thats for another day.
off to the shower i go but i'll be back.
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At least you have an angry family you can write about. I have nobody. Today, I attended a meeting of "Lucy's Friends of the Friendless." Even they told me to take a hike.
ReplyDeleteSo, I came home and almost polished off a whole box of donuts and washed it down with a glass of ice cold milk. Too bad you are not in NY. I could have brought over the two leftover donuts. What a party we could have had!