Ya can't please everybody....when am I ever going to learn that?
We like entertaining....to a point.
We run ourselves ragged when we're expecting company, and when they show up the majority of the time it's a good thing...but once in a while, like earlier this evening, it's like the Guest From Hell shows up and there you are. An evening of obligatory hospitality for someone who has no manners at all.
I understand that guests are supposed to be treated with honor and respect and have no problem with that.
But where do you draw the line.....when they start being argumentative and over demanding; when it gets to the point of disrupting the household, it's time to end the festivities.
And that's just what we did. Good riddance!
Ahhhh......! Glad that's over! Now Jack and I are going to relax with some of those nice home made snacks and watch some t.v.
So for this evening, Fifty Five Is The New Party Hosts...it's good to know when to close it up for the night.
When I was heading toward my Double Nickel Birthday in April 2009, the age 55 seems to be a lot of things. In this blog I will chronicle my thoughts about 55 Is The New, for the year beginning December 2009 because...well...that's when I felt like starting the blog. The entries will include that important day, my actual Fifty-Fifth birthday on April 14, 2010 and will continue for my entire fifty fifth year, concluding on April 14, 2011.
Randi on stage @ 1444 Market Street 1997
Randi on Stage 1997 at 1444 Market Street, SF, CA
Jack and yours truly today
Randi and Jack on the "Cadillac Campsite Tour"
Welcome To Fifty Five Is The New!
Hello out there!
What's it to you, turning the age of Fifty-five? You don't have to be turning it tomorrow, you could have already turned that corner a while back. That part doesn't matter so much.
While it's important what one feels, what matters most of all that one feels, that one feels anything at all.
So, as an exercise in self-examination and a way of getting over an incredible writer's block, I submit this blog to the World Wide Web, and I submit myself to a bit of mirror gazing.
Inspired by the movie "Julie & Julia," I will blog for one year, which will include my turning fifty-five, and see what I find.
Who knows? Maybe fifty-five will be something fantastic...like the New Me.
What's it to you, turning the age of Fifty-five? You don't have to be turning it tomorrow, you could have already turned that corner a while back. That part doesn't matter so much.
While it's important what one feels, what matters most of all that one feels, that one feels anything at all.
So, as an exercise in self-examination and a way of getting over an incredible writer's block, I submit this blog to the World Wide Web, and I submit myself to a bit of mirror gazing.
Inspired by the movie "Julie & Julia," I will blog for one year, which will include my turning fifty-five, and see what I find.
Who knows? Maybe fifty-five will be something fantastic...like the New Me.

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