Three days after my milestone birthday I received a commendation from the House of Delegates of the Commonwealth of Virginia offering sincerest congratulation in recognition of my 75th birthday. Isn’t that cute? I may save it, it’s all fancy, fancy and comes courtesy of my local delegate, a Democrat. I’ve never heard of the guy but then I don’t follow local politics, just perusing the headlines makes me nauseous. What a bunch of losers. Voting in Virginia is pretty much like voting nationally – pick the lesser of two evils – they’re all crap.
I finally got around to have a DEXA (bone density scan) last week and lo and behold, my bone density is in the normal range for a 30-year old. I’m not sure why they use 30-year olds as the base measurement but hey, at least there is ONE thing normal about my body – scanning my body is akin to dumpster diving.
Got the new Elizabeth Strout book “Oh William” for a birthday present and I’m thinking I may re-read “My Name is Lucy Barton” before I start it. I’ve read “Lucy Barton” like 3 times but not in the last year. I suppose it is my favorite of all her books. You can’t go wrong with an Elizabeth Strout book except maybe “The Burgess Boys” – that one didn’t ring my bell.
We got whipping winds today and I have one of the windows in the living/dining room opened a crack and the glitter curtains are just dancin’ in the breeze – I caught my husband just staring at them with a slight smile on his face. These curtains just never get old. Everybody – go buy some glitter curtains, even if you put them on just one window, you will never lack for something to make you smile. (Regardless of your color scheme, I highly recommend the silver ones.)
Well, after 3 weeks I finally got a response from Mattress Warehouse about my refund – “they are processing it today” and if I hadn’t called – probably never. I don’t know if I’ll ever need another mattress but I sure as hell won’t go there again.
I miss opera. I can always listen to it, yes, but it is much more enjoyable to experience it in person. And besides, opera houses are always so opulent – going to the opera is just a total sensory experience. I was going to put an aria here but I know there are no opera fans reading this so I won’t torture you. I suppose opera is an acquired taste, then again, isn’t everything an acquired taste?