Those 70ish girls…When you see me getting smaller it means I’m leaving

I’m almost afraid to say anything considering, but we’re planning to leave on a short RV trip on March 5th. We’re going to Livingston State Park on the way to Galveston.

Our motorhome is cleaned to perfection and ready to go. Kip has a Dr’s appt on the 4th, so our plan is to leave the day after. This will be a short trip because we have to be back by March 31st for my 6-month colonoscopy. At our age, it seems like we trade the time we used to work for Dr’s appointments.

Galveston is another favorite place to go. We stay at a really nice RV park called Jamaica Beach. It’s right across the road from a nice beach where we can take the dogs for long walks. We’re praying for good weather.

This will be a good 3 week trip which we will use to get the 2 new dogs acclimated to RV travel. After the 1st of April we are all clear for several months so we’ll take a longer trip. We plan to go to CA to see my brother and Gus and on to parts unknown. Billy’s family is having a big 80th birthday  celebration at the end of May to celebrate his wife, Liz’s 80th birthday.

Before I let you go, I have to tell you about our day yesterday. When we got back from our walk with the dogs, we discovered 3 large pizzas had been delivered. They were sitting on a chair on our front porch. When I called Little Ceasars to let them know we hadn’t ordered them, they told us it was a mistake and to just enjoy them. We took one to our neighbors, and we’ve enjoyed having pizza for 2 meals so far. When Kip came back from the neighbors, he found an Amazon package on our doorstep. It contained 8 tubes of Vaseline intensive care chapstick that we hadn’t ordered. It was addressed to us, so we had no idea who it belonged to. Amazon told us to just keep it. Suffice it to say it had to have been going to a very young person. 8 tubes is a long lifetime supply.

When we start on our trip, I’ll be writing a travel blog. Stay tuned. I think it’s really going to happen this time.

They usually love each other.

Those 70ish Girls

ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER- by Valerie Halla

LIST? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Have you ever noticed when you work out the answer or solution to a problem and you congratulate yourself, feeling a refreshing sense of satisfaction, accomplishment and pride, that it doesn’t last long? Maybe you celebrate with a glass of wine, a fancy coffee drink at one of those places using your stars or points or finally use that gift card covered with lint at the bottom of your purse to treat yourself .

OHHH, YOU MEANT WHINE!

I have a running list of “to do” stuff. I never get to some items on the list and some are too easy: walk dog, clean laundry room floor, find that missing sock, eat an apple. It’s the tougher ones I tend to avoid doing: get giant crack in driveway repaired, go visit your old friend whom you haven’t seen in 30 years, wash all the blinds in the house, dust and clean all baseboards.

Once I get something done, I feel good but I realize that there’s always another item on the list to take it’s place and now that I’m 70 ish, many listed items concern medical issues and getting care for my husband of 53 years. There are doctor visits, both video ones and in person, blood tests, scans and dental appointments. The anxiety grows. On my last doctor video visit, my primary care doctor noted on her summary report, “Patient looked tired and rundown.” I had Covid and although my doctor helped me immensely, I felt exactly that way “tired and rundown,” BUT I didn’t know I looked that bad! However, I now didn’t have to do anything on the infamous list. It was kind of like a list vacation. I had a great excuse. I was ill. Covid hit me hard and the list faded from my sight. Ahhh.

My cousin started writing a blog a long time ago and then changed gears by renaming it and giving birth to a new theme for the blog. She asked me for title suggestions so I sent her several, none of which she used. I thought we were talking about the weather when she said 70ish. It was about 100 degrees in Texas that summer where she lives and 70ish in California where I live. But now I understand. We are girls, which is a long stretch of the teetering aging imagination, and we are in the age range of 70. Even though I liked some of my renaming titles better, she went with “Those 70ish Girls”. It’s a good thing I don’t hold a grudge, because I actually have, “Call Cousin Mary soon” on my list of things to do.

It’s number 25 on my list.

WE DO NOT LOOK A DAY OVER 39, CUZ! 70ISH? WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?