A Woman in Her Fifties...

...has fantasies.

Me to Mr. Fifty-Something, early this morning, "I woke up early today so I indulged in a little fantasizing instead of getting out of bed."
Mr. Fifty-Something leans over and begins to caress my shoulder as he whispers a leading, "OH, yeah.....??"
"Uh, you're about to be terribly disappointed and possibly embarrassed."
Shoulder caressing ends, sexy whisper returns to normal. "Oh. Yeah?"
"Well, I was fantasizing about how much better things would be if people would just realize I should be boss."
"At work?"
"Well, it started that way then morphed into something ugly. I had to shut it down when I realized I was on my way to being boss of the world. I had to stop before I went crazy with power and fantasized myself into being Boss of the Known Universe."
"You already are, honey, you already are."

If a woman in her fifties has the wisdom to enjoy a good fantasy, a man in his fifty-somethings has the wisdom to indulge her.

A Woman in Her Fifties...

I'm taking time tonight. Time to write. Time to edit months worth of photo files. Time to listen to American Idol and occasionally flip the channel over to Dancing with the Stars.
I am not taking time tonight to get ahead for tomorrow's work day. No drawing, no color separating, no marketing shots, romance copy or price breaks.
I am not taking time to shoo away 3 weeks worth of dust bunnies, clear off the dining room table or balance the checkbook.
The bathroom mirror will still be smudged in the morning, there will still be mulch tracked on the kitchen floor and my sweater from last weekend will still be draped across the back of a chair.
Tonight I'm editing photos, weeding the flowers, working on a digital memoir of Grandson Number Two's first year.
Doing the things that matter to me and letting the things that matter to everyone else wait for another day.
A woman in her fifties makes time. For what she loves to do.

Dear So and So....

Dear Winter--Thank you for returning in your snow white persona. I was, quite frankly, sick of your dull gray garb and bone chillling dampness. And it was particularly gracious of you to time your return with my not having to go into the office.---Appreciatively, Hoping for a Snow Bound Weekend

Dear Primary Care Physician--Yes, I understand that it's much less costly to you to farm out my lab work to the local hospital. However, my insurance carrier sees it in an entirely different light and what used to cost me a $25 co-pay now takes a $275 bite out of my pocket.--Disgusted Patient Who Expects You to Make Freakin' Good Use of Those Two Vials at $137.50 Each

Dear Local Hopsital--Really, I don't know how you get away with it. First the inflated lab visit then the CT for Mr. L. that cost a full 60% more than his last PET/CT. Granted the PET/CT was done in a truck parked behind the building but, still, it's not like your radiology department is in the Taj Mahal or something. I'm not sure how you talked our insurance carrier into this contract but expect that gravy train to leave town when it's time to renegotiate.--Regards, Bug Eyed Patient Staring at the Bill

Dear Mail Carrier--I know you don't write 'em, you just deliver. But, seriously, take a day off. I hear it's going to snow, take a weather day. I'm not up for more mail from the money hoarders local hospital.--Anxious Postal Patron

See Kat for more Dear So and So.