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Sad is that woman's lot who, year by year,
Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear,
When Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs,
Impatiently begins to dim her eyes!
Compelled, at last, in life's uncertain gloamings,
To wreathe her wrinkled brow with well-saved
"combings,"
Reduced, with rouge, lip-shade, and pearly grey,
To "make up" for lost time as best she may!
W.S. Gilbert
from the Gilbert and Sullivan Operetta
Patience (1881)

NOT!!! ... not, not, not, not, not!!!

Though there may be a little bit of making up for lost time involved. But ... time is not my foe, no way! I will enjoy this year as much as the last, probably more. And not much make up is needed at all. I’m faring well. Nope, not sad over my lot at all. No regrets.

I had a date on my birthday, very nice, mexican dinner, tequila, Christmas light viewing, very enjoyable. I’ve a new gentleman caller, put an emphasis on gentleman, as most of the callers I’ve had in the past few years have had some gentle, some nice ... but mixed with a bit of bad boy. Not my new caller, no bad boy he. I would even venture to say he tends toward the “boyish” side, though he is older than me by a couple of years. I find this refreshing. Maybe I’m not looking for my John Wayne after all. Nothing much happens when you are looking anyway. In fact, I found myself pretty much overwhelmed the last few months.

But contrary to the sad lass quoted above, I haven’t a clue about uncertain gloamings. As usual, I’m happily enjoying my uncertainties ... I think that’s possible, yea ... It’s possible.