Cuisine for one
Whenever I had a challenge in the past, I utilized my skills of analysis and problem-solving to devise a solution.
That is actually one of my strengths.
It is my hope that I can figure out the individual facets of my skills, and pass them on to my readers and to others. Perhaps through a workshop.
Still I have a certain number of unanswered questions, not totally clarified in my mind. Like,when to flip the gray hair and hope for the best. You know, like should I dye my hair? Trade it in for blonde?
How to live with no stress?
I think I can’t. I can’t even stop flustering every time the mailman drops the mail through the doggy door. I have a mailbox for crying out loud! It’s sometimes not healthy when the community you live in have residents who practically know each other. Like they have this right to know what’s happening with every one else.
When I did not report to work that day, I received get well soon cards, sneeze-the-blues-away cakes, and phone calls from the neighborhood. Did they ask me why I didn’t go to work? They obviously did not hear me sniff or cough while they spoke with me over the phone. Yes, they cared. But they cared for the wrong reason! They just acted on their guts and not even had time to ask what happened.
Now, no one seems to lend an ear when they finally figured out that I got axed from work. I did not get fired. I had committed no offense. My position simply chose to disappear. The Federal Government had decided they would not need my services any longer.
After a wonderfully microwaved meal of chicken and mashed potatoes, I realized that I should stop all these angst and start to live how a woman my age ought to live. With a handful of optimism for the future. I’m a senior citizen with rights and benefits to help me come through.
Soon, I shall catch a glimpse of that rainbow after this storm. Of this I am certain, at least at this moment. My faith, however, wanes, depending on which way the wind is blowing.
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