Stories About Midlife Romance

March Muddles

Sleep, Spending and Scents

March Muddles

It’s mid-March, and I’m in the middle of multiple muddles … all of which strangely begin with the letter “S” … sleep, spending, and scents.

Multiple Muddles No. 1: Spending

First, I completed my monthlong No Personal Spending pledge. Hooray and hurrah! I did it. More precisely, I didn’t do it.

I make not one single impulse purchase during the entire month! No red Keds, no silly snow cone-scented(!) earrings, and no new dreamy, buttery soft sheets in buttery yellow.

It was surprisingly difficult to keep my wallet in my pants (a-hum) and my finger off the “buy now” online purchase button, but I succeeded. It was a fascinating exercise in self-control, one shop-aholic me sorely needed.

For a long time, as in years, I’ve been telling myself that I don’t do that much impulse shopping, that I don’t spend that much time online shopping, and that I don’t spend that much on frivolous little purchases, but I have to tell you that the end-of-the-month credit card statement tells a different tale.

You can read about my No Personal Spending Pledge journey here.

March Muddles Number 2: Sleep

I’m on Week 4 of my Inspire-d sleep apnea device journey. As regular readers of this blog may recall, I have sleep apnea big time. Yet, I cannot tolerate wearing that infernal CPAP mask. So, on December 8, I had the Inspire sleep apnea device surgically implanted. The device stimulates the tongue muscle during sleep, which prevents it from blocking the airway.

Six weeks after the surgery, I was “turned on.” More precisely, the device was turned on. Each week, I increase the strength … the frequency … (the whatever) of the tongue-darting implant does. (Aren’t I the tech-savvy one?)

Inspire “seems” to be helping. It’s too early for me to offer you a full-throated (full-tongued?) endorsement, but I do seem to be sleeping a little longer and a bit better. I’m not bouncing around, wrapped in full-on energy and joy, but I’ve got a grip on my over-eating, one of my big bad “tells” for being tired. And also, in the interest of embarrassing but full disclosure, Handsome Hubby, who alleges I snore (I hotly deny this, of course), says I am sleeping/breathing quietly, which is good for both of us.

So, fingers crossed, maybe this sleep apnea device will offer sleep salvation!

March Muddles Number 3: Sneezing

For some, Spring heralds the start of allergy season. For others, like me, the entire year is a sneeze/itch-a-thon.

One of my most tedious allergies is to fragrances. It’s a shame. I used to love perfume, but for decades, I have become increasingly sensitive to smells. It’s now so bad that I get instantaneous headaches when I walk through makeup counters in department stores.

Worse yet, if I sit next to someone in a theater or a lecture who’s wearing perfume, I start itching, and my head starts pounding. Just this month, that’s happened twice! Both times we had to change seats.

So, ladies — and gentlemen — please be sensitive to scent sensitivities. If you’re going to attend an event where you’ll be in proximity to others, please consider the possibility of allergies. I know it’s a bummer to forgo perfume if you love it.

My late mother was a perfume queen. I cannot imagine how she would have felt if I had to tell her to skip the spritz! But still, I know she would have been kind.

Anyway, that’s my story — at least so far this month. Gosh, I really am Muddling through Middle Age these days!

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Valentine’s Day Conundrum

Ladies, Do You Feel My Pain?

Valentine's Day Conundrum

Oh, the eternal Valentine’s Day conundrum! What to get Handsome Hubby for Valentine’s Day? After 39 years, what’s left on the “wants” list? On the “needs” list? Or on the “surprise” list?

Not framed pictures of the kids or pups. Not socks, sweats, or sneakers. And certainly not sexy boxers. Been there, boxed and bowed all that. Read more

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Something New Under the Sun

Of Husbands and Law Schools

something new

After almost 40 years, you would think I know everything about Handsome Hubby, but recently I learned otherwise. The occasion for my surprise, you learn something new,  late-life revelations, was HH’s 50th law school reunion. Read more

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Keeping it Fresh and Exciting in Your Marriage

And in Your Bathroom

Keeping it fresh

Handsome Hubby and I are closing in on 40 years of wedded bliss. Hard to believe. It’s been a long time, true, but still, each day offers thrills. How do we keep it fresh and exciting? What’s our secret? Why, we play games!

In fact, we recently invented a new game. Read more

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High on the Hog

Culture Notes from the Hinterland

High on the hog

As you know, I’m a Broadway baby who not-so-mysteriously finds herself living in Reno, NV. Blame it on Handsome Hubby. I love the guy, and he loves his hometown. So, here we are. But don’t get me wrong, Reno has its “unique” cultural charms, like the annual Best in the West Nugget Rib Cook Off, which attracts 350,000 chowhounds and competitors from countries as far away as Australia and the UK. It’s a pork fest like you’ve never seen or smelled. For six days, people live high on the hog, eating and eating and eating. Read more

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Trash Talk

How Often Do You Empty Your Trash Cans?

Trash Talk

How about a little trash talk of the non-political kind?

I am a half-glass kind of optimist. However, I am decidedly not a half-trash-can kind of housekeeper. In fact, I am barely a one-piece-of-trash-in-a-trash-can kind of housekeeper!

You may say it’s a curse or a compulsion. I say it’s a credo — a badge of pride. I am most decidedly my mother’s daughter AND my brother’s sister. We are/were a trio of neatniks. (My father, not so much. He belonged to a different tribe. A tribe of tricksters and hooligans. More on him in a minute.) Read more

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Sweating the Small Stuff

Classic Kitchen Conundrums

Sweating the Small Stuff

Some people ponder big philosophical questions — the meaning of life, who wrote the book of love. Weighty stuff like that. Me? I’m stuck sweating the small stuff. What’s the difference between a large and a small shallot? Can I refreeze meat I’ve already taken out of the freezer? And do you have to rinse dishes before loading the dishwasher? Read more

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Battle of the Sexes? No, Battle of the Salads!

Can This Meal Be Saved?

Battle of the salads

Some spouses argue over sex or socks on the floor. Not us. We constantly squabble over salad. Yes, it’s the sad and sordid truth. We are sorry salad squabblers. Read more

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Giving Your Guy Grief

"Ba da ba ba ba. I'm lovin' it"

Giving Your Guy Grief

Sometimes, Ladies, there is no greater joy than giving your guy grief. I mean the joy of a good “I told you so” is a thing of beauty. Am I right or am I right? Of course, I’m right! Read more

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The More, the Merrier?

Polycule Me Not!

The more the merrier

For some long-married couples, the flames of passion may have faded. If you’re in that camp, you might be interested in joining a polycule. Don’t know what it is? Well, it starts with the idea that “the more, the merrier.” Intrigued? Amused? Worried? Read on! Read more

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