“Bah, humbug!” Scrooge from, A Christmas Carol, by, Charles Dickens
“Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive. “ Stephen Fry
“There ain’t no Sanity Clause!” Chico Marx’s play on words in a quick-fire exchange with Groucho
“The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, DC. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.” Jay Leno
“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.” George Carlin
“The one thing women don’t want to find in their stockings on Christmas morning is their husband.” Joan Rivers
“ Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.” Victor Borge
“I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.” Bernard Manning
(Just in case you aren’t having a very Merry Christmas the above quotes are meant to make you smile.)
As you might have guessed by now this year wasn’t all that merry. This Christmas isn’t all that merry either. Can’t help it, some years are just better than other years. Okay, here is the truth about this year. It sucks. You might have expected a happy, cheerful, Christmas greeting from ever happy, ever hopeful, me. No, sorry, not today. You will not hear a religious or moral sermon however; you might hear a long, tedious lecture of sorts.
This year has been a long hard push up a hill. I once had a dream that I got married and my car wasn’t working so I had to push this car up a big hill that never seemed to end. That sort of puts this year in perspective. The last three weeks were sort of the final crescendo to the already “Terrible, Horrible No Good, Very Bad,” year, to paraphrase a darling book by a very funny children’s author, Judith Viorst. Falling and breaking my nose wasn’t the end of this saga, nope, my nose and my mouth still hurt … then, I went back in the hospital for a second time and as I was getting over that last hospital visit, when what should appear?? Not Santa’s sleigh … no, it was a fire, my building caught on fire and I walked down 16 flights. My legs and feet felt the effects of not working out enough in the last several months, for the next four days or so.
My finances have taken a really big hit due to unforeseen circumstances. The job hunt has been very challenging to say the least. Companies aren’t inclined to hire 66 year-old-women. You can’t even meet possible employers in person, to show them that you don’t have grey hair and walk with a cane. Resumes are emailed on-line in today’s world. I do have a small business that, so far, at least, I have managed to keep going for eight years. There have been issues with my business as well, that I won’t go into, for this very dismal, Christmas post.
As for sex,I guess I should bring up sex since the title of my blog is a question about sex existing after 60. As for me, there has been (fortunately or un) no sex in any way, shape or form this year. I have been on two … yes, count them, two, nice, sensible, dates. Nice men, nice dates, but not even a hint of a spark in my estimation.
To top off the already challenging year, one of my best friends for the last 39 years stopped talking to me and I do not have even a slight clue as to why she became so enraged by something I did or said. We never argued even one time in 39 years! This was someone I would talk to on the phone at least two times a week. We lived in different states but this didn’t stop our visits or our friendship. I tried to find out what went wrong without any success.
Last but not least, a man friend, whom I have come to rely on for making me laugh and smile and who would flirt and say outrageous things to me on-line as well as on my phone, he too stopped talking to me. The funny part of this friendship is that he more than once, complained that I was too sad and depressed and that I am too dramatic. During our relationship, this was not true at all. He was always the dramatic one. Now, this post is my gift to him. He can point to this very post on this blog to prove that he was 100% right. This is a sad, depressing, dramatic, post. So there, that is my gift to you. Still, I miss you. We did have a lot of fun and I’m sad I won’t be blushing when we shake hands.
This is also my gift to all of the people who might be reading this who aren’t having a perfect Christmas and or a perfect year in their perfect house, with their perfect, husband, and their perfect friends and family. See, not everyone is perfectly happy on Christmas. It’s okay to be truthful every once-in-a-while. Sometimes life gives you a few kicks in the rear.
I’m still going to listen to Christmas music. I am still going to be happy to see my children and I even bought my Was-band a little gift. I will make Christmas dinner and watch several Christmas movies and best of all I am going to drink many large glasses of wine and I might drink a martini or three. NEXT YEAR MIGHT BE BETTER, WHO KNOWS? And to quote, Tiny Tim, “God Bless us, every one!”
Until Next Week… (One thing I love to do … I love being able to write this blog each week. Thanks for reading it! ) MERRY CHRISTMAS!