Pawprints From Space

The weekend will be here soon - not soon enough for most of us I wager, me included. So that got me thinking about having a social life and why it seems rather difficult after a "certain age" to achieve. Disclosure - I have been single since 1995. I became single not by choice but by Fate. Prior to that I had been in a relationship on and off with the same guy since 1980. We got married in 1994, he died in 1995 and that was that. So over the last couple of years I have finally felt like exploring the possibilities. Here's what I have found... men over the age of 40 seem to think they are 16 and "have to have it" right away. There's something called a "third date rule" that doesn't apply to not kissing the guy until the third date but actually means one is expected to sleep with him on/by the third date. Hello! Even in an over-exposed, social media driven world I don't know enough about someone by the third date to share my french fries le...

I must be nuts. I have allowed friends (and at the moment I am using that term loosely!) to talk me into doing a 5k walk/run. Granted I will be walking but for the last couple of years I have been stuck deep into couch potato land. Far behind enemy lines, trapped by the numbing allure of TV news, lulled into comfy purring kitty company... just a little over 3 miles or not, I am doomed.  So I pulled the bike out tonight and only rode a couple of miles before the butt and legs screamed "Uncle!" Pa-thet-ic. On the up side... no asthma attack.  Did I mention this bit of insanity takes place on July 4th? As in a week and a half from now. 12 days. That is all. No one is able to go from couch potato to healthy in 12 freakin' days. Now my friends and I are all of an age, no more than a year-ish apart, okay maybe two. One of them walks fairly regularly. The other last I checked does actually go to a gym. Me? Nope. Nada. Not so much.I keep meaning to get out, get up and DO somet...