Musette’s Musings, Birthday Edition

Posse!  I’m writing this on the eve of my birthday (I’m a month older than Jesus), which is the last one of this decade and… OMG!  I’m OLD!

Welp – as my papi used to say ‘you get old… or you get dead’ – so I’ll take it!   It is weird, though, thinking about how things change as we age into A Certain Age – things I used to value now have little or no value to me, save their ability to ease whatever financial drama I might have (remember my 11cwt emerald-cut D internally flawless diamond lust?  Sure would love that now, so I could pay my tax bill! LOL!  I mean, really – at this point I would love to spend a bit of time delighting in its shiny perfection because Musette (and mama sure loves her shiny stuff) but … I dunno.  They don’t quite hold the allure they used to.  And… oh, yeah.

NOBODY’S OFFERING, dangit!

You know what does hold allure?  My good friends (people who think of me and send me a postcard from halfway around the world Just Because) .  You Posse, who help make this such a safe and fun place. People who care enough about me to do things to help keep me safe (who knew that I had several live wires just hanging about in my garage!  Yikes!!!)  Family (the ones who don’t work my very last nerve).  Health.  Oh, yes – that one, fo’ SHO’.  All those hours on the elliptical and on the mat (thanks Nina)   Im now able to walk again without dragging my foot!  ::take THAT! chiro who said ‘this is the best it’s going to get’  HA!  Challenge Accepted!  Dropping the 2 dress sizes I gained during the El O years is a bonus!  Floyd willin’ I will be on the elliptical and the mat for the rest of my life, in health and happiness!

Nature holds the living daylights out of allure!  Crickets!  Jiminy (what a liar!)  has a lot to answer for.  Like everyone else around here it’s Crickets in Your House season and I can’t be bothered to gas myself and all my belongings so I’ve just let them be – and in doing so, have learned a lot about them.  Unlike Jiminy, with his top hat and spats, real crickets are omnivores – and they are rather terrifying to behold.  There was a dead cricket on my office floor – I reached down with a paper towel to pick it up and was stunned to find not one but two !! crickets (the other very much alive) – the live one just… stepped back. and waited.. and I got curious about what it had been doing (I still had Jiminy in my head so I thought it might be mourning its mate?? (okay… maybe I’d had a martini or two) , so I just left it.  Came back the next morning to… nothing.  That entire, rather large, dead cricket was GAWN!  So I did the Ggle and learned they eat pretty much anything (as do most insects ) and I’ll betcha Jiminy never let on about that one…  and… why are people so delighted by crickets yet so afraid of spiders?  At least around here, there are no spiders that can move or jump like a cricket can!

Crickets kinda creep me out.  And fwiw, Jiminy looks more like a Jerusalem cricket.. and imo that’s not a good thing, either.  YOU look it up – I’m not going to be responsible for anybody losing their guts over that … item.

Here’s a Retail Musing:  Black Friday.  Since when did it move a week (or more) BEFORE Thanksgiving?  At this rate it’ll start the day after Labor Day (if it hasn’t already).

Oh!  The little things!  My birthday gift was STILL NOT an 11cwt emerald-cut ‘D’ flawless diamond – but I’ll take it.   I’ve been tiling the side walls and was in despair because the walls won’t allow for 3 intact sheets of the mosaic and measuring it … well, it looked as if I was in for either a large corner gap or days and days of tile cutting and lots waste.  I really was in despair…

…until I took a breath.. and realized that … if I measured from the other end of the tile the cut (right at the mesh) would allow it to fit persackly!  and I can use the drop offs to fill in blahblahblah but you get the drift: Happy Birthday to ME!  Whodathunkit?

can’t WAIT to finish this damb wall!

Okay – I’ll take the diamond, too.   Or a professional tiler.  Whichever comes first.  or … both?

Last thing:  The photo above is my new journal (isn’t it fabulous?  And so ME!) – and stuck in the pages are several scent strips.  It’s my birthday gift to YOU – but you’ll have to come back week after next to learn about it.  Hint: I did it – so you don’t have to.   Other Hint:  #BlameTom (snerk!)

Okay:  REALLY LAST THING!  After much consideration I have decided to wear No5 for my birthday scent.  Bath goo, Body Oil, Fragments (the gold gel stuff), vintage perfume – I’mo stank the joint up something FABULOUS!  After all, what’s the point of being of A CertainAge if you can’t live a little!