Musings… I gotz some

My darling Posse!  I know I’ve been punkish about replying to your comments – and I apologize.  I’m fighting the re-onset of the symptoms that caused that surgery (hyst) and even though I knew this was going to be a SLOG! I really expected for everything to be sunshine and unicorns by now.  Well… the unicorns are here – and they are poking that damaged nerve.  Surgeon told me it would be likely – I mean, 40 years of being hurt doesn’t get fixed in a day – but it’s juuust enough discomfort to make me feel off-kilter.  Mostly just cranky… but also out of sorts, with me having to make a real effort to manage daily things because … eh.  Yoga and a whole lotta leg press is helping and this is NOT some Real Pain Drama – just irritating.  So.  I’m sorry.  I’m just a puny, whiny pee-pants right now.  I’ll get past this.  Hopefully this very afternoon!

 

In the meantime, I haz musings.  And I haz questions.  Hopefully you’ll have answers!

Why don’t I have those eyebrows?

  1.  When you are feeling puny, what do you wear?  I try to break out of the No5 armor but… yeah, mostly No5.  I thought it would be Mitsouko… but looking back, it’s always been No5.   So be it. When you are feeling fragile (which is how I feel – I’m not in actual PAIN) do you reach for one of your standards?  And I…think… I might’ve already asked you this but c’mon – tell all, again 😉
  2. When is ‘a lot’ too much?  A few days ago I wore Amouage Dia.  Body creme and edp.  An elderly neighbor who was at Physical Therapy said (to a friend) ‘wow.  She always smells so good – but today? She is wearing A Lot of Perfume! ‘ And I realized:  I WAS!  Amouage body creme is luxe! and very, very saturated with perfume.  Alone, it’s just fine – fabulous, even.  Top it with the edp?  Boom!  I thought I smelled Just Fine – but it was A Lot!  At what point do you think ‘ooop!  Maybe too much (?)’.  Layering?  7 spritzes of perfume?  (and no, I didn’t wear SEVEN spritzes of Dia – just 2 – but it’s Amouage.  They don’t play.  So maybe…  yeah.  A Lot.
  3. What I’m reading:  I just picked up ‘A Whiff of Murder’ by Angela Sanders.  Most of you will know her from NST – she’s a marvelous writer.  I’m on page 5! and already I’m hooked.
  4. What I wish I hadn’t tried to read:  Agnes Aubert’s Mystical Cat Shelter by Heather Fawcett.  It’s not poorly-written… it’s just… well, it’s like when my librarian friend read ‘Gone Girl’ and her response was ” omgosh!  I wanted them ALL gone!  I can’t believe that I hated Every Single Character in that book!”.  I didn’t ‘hate’ anybody in the Cat Shelter book – I just… well… I kept trying but… I really couldn’t have cared less.  So… I DNF’ed it!  I find myself DNFing a whole lot of books these days, which is surprising.  In the Jurassic Era that didn’t really seem to happen.  But now?  Eh.  And I’m surprised that I am FINE with it!  Life is unpredictable – and I don’t want to waste known time on a book I don’t care about.  March and I discussed the differences therein – me?  Couldn’t care less.  But I have a friend (not her) who will doggedly slog through some tiresome tome… what say you?  Are you a Finisher or are you a Nahmgood?  What is the criteria for finishing/not finishing?
  5.  Are you sick of my whining, prying ways?  Probably ( Floyd knows I am!  This discomfort is finally abating and Squeee! It comes and goes but as I said it’s not Pain – just me whining about a discomfort that I want Gone!  So I’ll get over myself.
  • Portia says:

    Hope the annoying not pain/pain goes soon Musette. It’s hard to be happy when your body is attacking, even in mild doses.

    Surely there’s room for a Mitsouko change up sometimes?
    DIA! It can be a monster. I bought the extrait and it could blow down your house. One of the few perfumes I wish was in a dab bottle.

    Reading. I’ve long been a finisher but over the years there have been a couple that I DNF. I enjoy the matyrdom of trudging through something that does not engage me. It’s like penance for all the wonderful in my life.

    NOT sick of anything you write. I look forward to it. A snapshot of your life.
    HUG
    Portia xx