The Fly Swatter

I recently discovered an area where I believe I’m proficient, not that it’s anything to brag about, but here goes anyway…I’m an expert fly swatter (aka, killer). But seriously, no need to flatter me unless you want to.

Now don’t get me wrong; a fly swatter wasn’t something I aspired to be; believe me, I’ve had loftier goals. But this issue has been ongoing for months – annoying little fruit flies and regular annoying flies buzzing around my kitchen like World War II dive bombers heading toward anything that resembles food, even my fake pears. I’ve since learned that fruit flies aren’t particularly discerning insects.

Fooled ya, flies!
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Night Owl or Morning Lark?

Originally posted in 2015

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I don’t know about you but for me, one of the least desirable aspects of getting longer in the tooth is lack of sleep. Gone are the nights of 10-hour slumbers like in my teens. In my 20s-30s I often achieved a steady nine hours. In my 40s-50s, eight hours hit the spot. Ah, those were the days.

Now that I’m in my 60s, my snoozing time lasts about as long as an Oliver Stone movie, generally just over three hours. I’m then awake for two, followed by another hour or two of semi-consciousness. I tell ya, if I keep going like this, when I hit 70, the act of a prolonged blink will constitute a nice little nap.

dear 3 a.m

I suppose it doesn’t help that I’m a night owl. Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not my fault. I blame my mom. Like my sister and me, she stayed up well past midnight, needing to force herself to sleep around 2:00 a.m. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for a visit from the Sandman, does it?

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