Dear Diary

Dorrie is at it again, fiercely updating her diary. If you happened to read her two earlier entries titled - Dear Diary 'What Year Is It' - and Dear Diary 'Please Be Careful' and you enjoyed them, then you will just love this one - ...enjoy!!

Dear Diary,

Since my last two entries, moreover since writing that last entry about the 'strange old lady' who has moved into our house, lots and lots of  other 'new things' have been going on.

Firstly Dear Diary ... a VIP note ...  I really need to try and make 'younger friends' -  reason?   Well there are many, but for now - well,  Ann, Cate and I arranged to meet for lunch on Monday, I could not for the life of me imagine or understand why they did not show up. Turns out 'they' were waiting for me in the cafe next door to the one that I was waiting in. Really, I mean, can't those two remember anything?

I do not make those sorts of silly mistakes - never have!

Then, oh yes...then ... the nerve of them  to suggest that perhaps my climbing up on a table on Sunday and stepping into the path of a 'speeding ceiling fan' and almost knocking myself 'senselessly back into 1983'  had something to do with why I was in the wrong place.   Not nice!!

Oh..

Diary note:  Found car keys - now... where is the car!!

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I have never quite agreed with Ann's lifestyle, you know, her eternal glass of wine and the  infernal love affair she seems to have with her computer  - well the news from Cate is that Ann and her hubby were updating their personal affairs when Ann, in her usual do it or die tone,  made it quite clear to Andy that she never, ever wants to have to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle.

If that ever happens said she, she would much rather he just 'pull the plug.'

Well Dear Diary....according to Cate he did!!  ha ha, he got up, unplugged her computer, and threw out her wine.

Another thing about the older generation is how very seriously some aspects of normal man to woman sexuality seem to take a turn for the worse when one gets older.

I mean a perfect example occurred when I was watching one of my favorite TV talk shows yesterday and this seemingly lively and beamingly happy  'older couple' were being quizzed on exactly how well they truly new each other after all these years.  Well, my heavens, I could not believe my ears! ...

The host declared 'It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other and, so my question for the husband is' - 'Can you name and describe your wife's favorite flower?' Without batting an eyelid he answered.... 'self-raising'...

Anyway that brings me to a recent needling point about my own better half , err...! what's his name -  who all of a sudden, for some obscure reason, believes that taking out the trash somehow implies that he just cleaned the whole house - in your dreams...er, Fred - sorry Frank!

Then there was the incident I had with Jo the other day. Well as you know Jo does not drive. But when I turned up, as arranged with her daughter to pick up Jo's teeth to drop them into be adjusted - well Jo 'spat the biggest proverbial dummy' when she asked 'if she could go with them' and her daughter said no, she could not!!

My friend Gloria created another hullabaloo when she went to stay with her daughter and her family for a week.  Gloria came across their prized wine collection and promptly set about polishing up every bottle of wine in their wine cellar so as to remove all the 'horrid amount of dust that had settled upon them'.

I would not do anything that stupid - never have!

This week was my turn to go visit Alma.  As you well know Dear Diary, Alma is the oldest member of our 'girls club'  who,  when we were all younger  would boss us around constantly and remind us that she was older and therefore wiser.  Ha! as life would have it now though, Alma just gets quirkier with age.

I was barely in the door and off she went excitedly babbling on to me about  a rather encouraging brochure she had received in her mail box last week. It stated, she said  'Did You Know ...You Can Still Have Sex At 74? -

...'and so' continued Alma ... 'I am so happy because I live at 68, so it's not far to walk home'!

Now where is.. oh, never mind...

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