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This book is an easy read but makes you think.  Please take it with you to the beach or pool or consider giving as a gift.  My book goes great with summer.

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TURNING A BLOG INTO A BOOK

FYI:  I TOOK ALL MY BLOGS AND ORGANIZED THEM INTO SUBJECT MATTER.  I took all the subjects and organized them in logical order in terms of sequencing. I HAVE EXPANDED EACH SUBJECT INTO CHAPTERS and I HAVE GROWN MY BLOG INTO A 140-PAGE BOOK OF INTERCONNECTED PERSONAL ESSAYS.  Random thoughts from the 60S (because that is all I have) has now become:   RAGING AGAINST AGING:  kicking & screaming, laughing & crying, stretching & kvetching.   THANK YOU TO ALL MY BLOG READERS AND FOLLOWERS BECAUSE YOU ENCOURAGED me to do this.  My father will be so proud.  He revered books.  He taught me that all of human knowledge is stored in books.  And that to disrespect books would be tantamount to disrespecting people and life itself.  I should be dedicating the book to him.  But he is dead.  Instead, I am dedicated this book to the the living loves of my life.  My book RAGING AGAINST AGING will  be available on AMAZON MID JUNE.  I WILL POST THE COVER SO YOU WILL KNOW!

NO ONE WANTS OUR SHIT

We used to love “Antique Roadshow.” And we dreamt of selling our leftover “shit” in retirement.  BUT NO ONE WANTS OUR SHIT!!!  And I mean NO one.

(I am using “OUR” shit loosely and including all of your shit as well.  NEWSFLASH:  No one wants YOUR shit either!)

About ten, fifteen years ago, my husband and I were selling our stuff that we did not want anymore.  We had odds and ends collectibles – vintage paper collectibles.  The money we made at tag sales and on eBay paid for our vacations.  We went to Europe and emailed our daughter to tell her which items to post.  We laughed, enjoying our time on the Mediterranean coast.

And in retirement, we thought we would continue to sell off whatever was left, including my beach paintings, and continue to have fun.  I even blogged about decluttering and was invited to talk on a local tv show about what to do with all our stuff.

We have gone on eBay in the hopes of selling our “shit.”  I used to knit.  I bought expensive knitting needles.  I have a ton of them.  I put them on eBay.  Not a bid.

Vintage postcards that should decorate vintage themed homes.  Not a bid.

Old stamp collections.  I looked on eBay.  No bids. Old baseball cards.  No bids.  Silver dollars.  No bids.

Unique and pretty costume jewelry.  No bids.

I am scratching my head in disbelief wondering WHY no one wants our shit.

And instead of asking To Declutter or Not To Declutter?, I am asking To Throw Away or Not to Throw Away?

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Finding my Cell Phone

There were times I could not find my cell phone and of course, I would call that number from my home phone.  But the times I needed to do that were few and far between.

Now I noticed that I call my cell phone several times a day.

searchIs that because I discovered it is a short cut worth taking?  Or is it because I cannot locate my phone more and more often?  I swear I cannot find my phone even when I KNOW for sure it is in my pocketbook!!!!

HOW MANY TIMES A DAY DO YOU CALL YOURSELF?

I AM WRITING ABOUT THINGS I FORGOT

Does this title make any sense?  I mean, I forget things all the time.  I am absent minded maybe even a little senile. But think about it.  I am writing about all the things I forgot.  So, how is it that I don’t forget  the things I forgot and I remember to write about them?

Can anyone explain this phenomenon?

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I Don’t Know Why and I Cannot Explain

How can an educated and bright woman go to a rainforest and be surprised that it was raining in the rain forest?  How can a bright and educated woman with experience go to a desert environment and be shocked that there are no shade trees?

And who might that bright and educated, experienced woman be?

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A SENIOR FOCUS GROUP?

the-ehlers-group-senior-housing-marketing-approach-1Does the title strike you as being odd?  I mean, I have been blogging about NOT being able to focus and concentrate.  AND my title is RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM THE 60s because that is ALL I have now – RANDOM thoughts.  And yet, my husband insists that IF I am to try to format this into a play and IF I am to try to get the play out there, we will need a “Senior focus group”  to test the waters.   I am asking you to sign up now either on word press or on Facebook if you think you may want to participate but are afraid you may forget what it is all about by the time I am ready to form a “Senior focus group.”

All the best to all my readers!