Elizabeth
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I’ve been an absolute goody two shoes and have been totally confined to barracks although we have been on a couple of walkies around the block, HRH walking and me on my electric scooter. Walking is a bit of a challenge for me, hoping scooter riding is classified as exercise.
One of my great loves in life apart from ballet is music, frequently these two go together. Not pop music, I’m something of an utter snob in musical tastes, Classical, Baroque and Romantic, I’ll assume most would know the difference. I’ve discovered a reasonably newbie concert pianist. I’m sure students of piano would know of this lady, Khatia Buniatishvilli. I’m in total raptures over this lass. Georgian, thirty something years of age, speaks five languages fluently, and would have to be one the worlds most beautiful women; stunningly beautiful. And on top of all that, being a smart bugger she can also play the piano. Now, I’ve always admitted to being a perv. When males and lady gays say they are there for the music, believe me, they’re bloody liars. I’ve watched and listened on YouTube, and believe it or not, I noticed a piano somewhere in the scene.
So, between Khatia, a lovely bottle, doesn’t matter Shiraz or Chardonnay, a good read, as a must, writing, the world can, and will totally pass me by, oblivious to what is happening.
Perhaps I could suggest a tarting up time for members on Zoom. Despite a good meal, no wine, I felt dizzy, retired to my cot for five or six hours then took my glucose readings, 5.0, a bit low for me. No wonder I was dizzy. Keep cool friends. -
Emma,
Despite writing furiously for a while, I struggled with the hook. The opening sentence was written, fifty times, rewritten, recomposed. The sentence is now good, not perfect, but good. I know Roald Dahl spent hours in Gypsy House rewrting and composing before he arrived as near perfection as he thought possible. -
You’re too old to be out without supervision, so I’ve been told. Stay home, full time. At least should something happen, I can honestly confess, I was unsupervised. I now know what kills the elderly, it’s not
the virus, it’s the bloody boredom. I’ve commenced writing my new global best seller, and no, there’s no title; I’m just writing page after page in between been taken for walkies around the block.
Last night we indulged in couple of fingers of an unpretentious little Shiraz; not bad.
I’m considering decorating our front door with a crucifix and sprigs of Garlic, just to be on the safe side.
By the way, my new novel will make ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’ read like an Enid Blighton kiddies story. -
My dear ladies.
I’m totally surprised the crème de la crème didn’t even have a mention.
Audrey Hepburn. An all round amazing woman. Who hasn’t endeavoured to model themselves on AH, both men and ladies. An amazing person; fluent in both English and Danish, an absolute thorn in the sides of the Nazis during WW2, some of her family lost their lives during WW2. Possessed gorgeous looks, absolute style, a real lady. I’m reliably told AH wasn’t a bad actress either. Who wouldn’t have married AH given half the chance; if you could afford her. An ambassador to the United Nations, can’t remember just what for, but I think centred around children and young people. A great human being indeed. By the way, AH was also a ballerina of some repute; this I may add gave her poise. All those women already mentioned had merit, but non could match AH, she was a stunner. Looks is one thing, however AH was an all round resplendent woman. -
I know an odd lady or two (I don’t mean they’re odd, although they may be) who may have told the elderly lady to take a running jump. As you say, silly old moo.
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Tall? well, yes I’m 183 centimetres, 6feet. Does it really matter? of course not, we are what we are, what we are born with. The bean poles who strut around on the cat walk as coat hangers have a definitive advantage when they are 6 feet or even taller. Being 183 cms is handy in supermarkets taking things from the top shelves, a distinct disadvantage in public libraries in endeavouring to read book titles on the bottom shelf. Offerings in clothes for the vertically advantaged are often minuscule when seeking something a little more sumptuous; perhaps a Carla Zampatti may be an exception, a gorgeous exception at that. Scrunching one’s shoulders in the futile hope of a diminished sense of height is totally reprehensible. Head up, shoulders back, take advantage of God’s gift to you, keep slim. Gift or curse? I really wouldn’t know I go with flow.
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Much Ado About Nothing. I strongly suspect our ageing membership is subject to the trials and tribulations of advancing years. Trust me, I’m no exception. I have a constant and unrelating battle with diabetes impacting enormously on daily life. I’m not yet on insulin which in itself presents it’s own challenges, however I’m on the last resort of oral medications causing unceasing hours of dizziness and worry. The dizziness prevents driving meaning many days are spent home twiddling thumbs and despite my best effort creates unprecedented boredom. I most definitely do not leave my health responsibilities to the medical professionals, currently experimenting with doses, under the guidance of the practice pharmacist, the the results are quite interesting and in my favour. Diabetes aside, next week there is a potentially worrying skin cancer on my shoulder being excised.by the GP. The GP was extremely quick on examination to say that needs to be removed immediately, hmm.
Heart attacks? I’ve had two, strokes two, TIA’s several. SRD, that was a bit of a concern, I most definitely didn’t like the intubation, The SRD was hospital acquired. In the end we continue to jog along. That my friends is what’s known as life. -
Oh dear, I must have missed you in Myers at the Trans gathering, we were up on the fuller figure area ready with plastic to no avail. Travel well, mi dear. Sympathy? you’re joking.
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Hi Lisa, Anxieties tend to rule up to a point. Sounds like a pierced balloon, deflated.
Travel well.
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Oh, my God! ‘The Are You Happy Being Trans’? 4 years ago? Life travels at warp factor 10, whatever that is. When my daughter visited Oz in June last year, (I hadn’t seen her for 15 years) the age old issue of being trans surfaced yet again. Me endeavouring to explain what being trans is to me, I was immensely nervous, trying not to upset, rock the boat, make waves etc. Daughter turned and said, Oh that, that’s nothing now, not like it was 15 years ago. I was gobsmacked, drained much of my anxieties, set at ease, felt accepted, overjoyed, loved, elated. Perhaps this gift when related to the happiness involved and acceptance shown contributes immensely to the gift. We now regularly in contact now, where previously everything was spasmodic. By the way, her indoors still tolerates, with an essence of acceptance as no badgering, showing loathing emotions etc.is ever going to change the status quo. I have a T shirt, ‘SHE – HER – HERS across the front in dominate white lettering. I don’t like the T shirt. My attitude, that’s your choice, the T shirt is my choice. Off subject, oh dear, I’m not sure.
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I still think and feel that our GIFT is a bloody curse at times. Whole heartedly agree with you. Must look on the bright side of life.
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‘It’s a Gift’
I would like to say being transgender is irrevocably a wonderful gift. As I’ve progressed in years I realise just how lucky we are; however I’m also mindful of the other side of the coin. While I wholeheartedly appreciate just where I am, being an old bugger and transgender I remember the horrible times I’ve been decried, lambasted for being a little different and the times I have been left in tears. Times is a changing thank God. -
Yes Caroline, it’s a gift alright. I will write on the topic, however, I will need to compose at my leisure.
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It was only yesterday that I consulted a nurse practitioner and a pharmacist/ diabetes educator, I almost threw my arms in the air as a sign of utter defeat. It’s amazing what we think we know, and the reality of just what we have no idea of. There is always something to learn. I was frantic in avoiding the use of insulin due mainly because of the side effects and the daily routines of injections and constant glucose measurements. I actually promised the world to the health professionals. Apparently, the older one becomes the more difficult losing weight becomes. I knew from practical knowledge of course, but was advised that maintaining a steady weight was as much as we can expect in our fading years. That, my friends put the mockers on my determined weight loss endeavours. I’ll just carry on regardless.
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Weight Gain?
Such a subject sends me into a spiral spin without little chance of recovery. Reading these youngsters views on weight gain and the foods one ought to eat and the foods we ought not to eat, the brain goes into overdrive. I’ve tried ever so hard to lose weight, to no avail, then I thought (quite recently) bugger, why worry about it? I eat fairly sensibly (I think), being diabetic, I have to eat according to the rules, but then rules are meant to be broken, to be followed by fools, and used as a guidance by wise men. Now, having given up worrying about weight gain, I remain reasonably static as far as weight goes, despite what I eat. Bugger, I’m now 82 and it just appears superfluous and worthless energy consumption to bother. Who on earth wishes to look like those silly Kardashian women, what’s inside the heart and brain are far more important. The ‘Vicar of Dibley’ was by far the attractive person who got on with her life, bolstered by a whole range of chocolate bars and other tasty lollies. She was, by all accounts the best vicar Dibley had ever been blessed with. Ok, TS clothes are made for such people, and both the people and clothes are gorgeous. If it’s of any consequence, eat reasonably, exercise reasonably, sleep well and be the person you were meant to be. And don’t forget a lady can be anything she wishes providing there’s an abundant supply of lippy.