I am a woman "of a certain age" as they used to delicately say.
To wit; I am over 50, but not so far over that I am kicking down the door to 60...that will come soon enough.
And todays topic is that evil of evils--as some women put it--menopause.
I haven't had the hot flashes, night sweats and mood swings some of my female relatives complained of.
I have noticed my voice has changed a bit, I have sprouted a hair here and there where there were previously none and my skin seems to be more sensitive.
Basically, it's like puberty, except in reverse.
I still have a very active interest in the opposite sex. Who knows, though, I may think all males have cooties next week.
Personally, I have found the experience of this particular hormonal wrought change in my life to be fairly pleasant. I no longer have to worry about pregnancy, monthly cramps or having enough pads/tampons stashed under the bathroom sink to get me through another month.
I have seen some women become practically demonic with mood swings when they hit menopause.
Never had that happen. The same things that irritated me before irritate me now.
Which is to say...just about everything irritates me.
Tardiness being Number One on my irritant hit parade. Followed very closely by people that chew with their mouth open, public farters, people that don't clean up after their pets, and, of course, politicians.
The same things that made me happy before continue to make me happy.
New stationery supplies, mangos, new fabric to sew with, small children and, of course, my dog dancing for her daily biscuit.
I really don't know why so many people have, for such a very long time, made a huge deal out of menopause.
I think a huge part of it has to do with your attitude. I look at it as puberty in reverse.
Your voice changes, you grow hair in odd places and you view the opposite sex differently.
Well, maybe eventually I will view the opposite sex differently.
Right now, the majority look pretty good still.
Except Nick Nolte...that man went downhill SO badly!