I'm glad I had brunch with Bestie today.

We dropped Benson off at daycare for a few hours and then landed at Lucuma in Uptown. I should prolly try and gatekeep this spot, but it was realllllly good. The coffee!! The cocktails!! The food!

10/10 will absolutely come here again for grown ass brunch shenanigans.

It was good to let the emotional gates come down a little. I feel better for it.

Also, I looked really cute: red lip, black jeans, white tee, black clogs, black bomber, and bright red/pink cross body bag. I blew out my hair for the first time in a year.

(That was a fucking journey.)

I think this is the outfit I want to wear every day.

It's good to have a uniform.

#Today
#ThisIs55

Hot flashing during the dog walk is the *worst*.

Benson is just trundling along, acting like he doesn't understand why he's outside, and sweat is popping out all over my face and chest.

I haven't had a hot flash in months!

Ugh. I'm damp.

#ThisIs55
#MiddleAgedHotness #perimenopause

Eye exam today.
Cataracts are beginning to take shape. I'm getting more far-sighted.

(My eye doctor said, It's natural as we grow *wiser.*

Nice reframe, doc.)

But my eyes are generally healthy and I should have new glasses after Christmas! I might need to see an ophthalmologist about what's happening with my peripheral field. Oh well.

#Today
#MiddleAgedHotness
#ThisIs55

Just got back from a lovely afternoon chamber music concert at Berkeley's Hertz Hall.

There was Bach (of course) and, to my surprise, a trio of modern compositions by an Edgar Meyers who is NOT an IBM engineer. He just looks like one.

His stuff wassocially awkward, intense, interesting, very Copeland but with a Post Modern America in the Technical Age edge.

It was fun.

But oof. I decided to break in some new lug-soled Chelsea boots. The blisters!! Ugh. My feet.

Also, I keep forgetting that dressing for even a casual date like this is not the same as in Chicago. I was in an Outfit and he was in basically a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.

Both of our backs were flaring up so he went home and I am now in stretchy pants, nursing my blistered heels.

#ThisIs55

I fell asleep on the couch and maaaan...that felt so good.

Like I was floating.

I was in the perfect position.
Heat broke.
Dog snoring.
Breeze through the window.

That right there was perfection.

Gotdammit.

#MiddleAgedHotness #ThisIs55

So I bought some new SPANX dungarees (aka jeans.) They have an elastic waistband. Middle aged women don't mess with zippers. Just pull up and go!

I'm wearing them now.

I feel like my guts are being shoved into my lungs.

But my ass and thighs look great!

#ThisIs55

From yesterday -

Server: and how was everything? do you want me to box anything?
Me+Bestie: everything was great! we're fine.

Server: the fried oysters?
Bestie: delicious.
Me: we just didn't expect them to...be so large.
[Server walks away smiling]

Me: they look like labia. fried labia.
Bestie: i can't unsee it.

#ThisIs55

Random birthday moments:

Lunch in Benicia with Bestie and some excellent thrifting.

Long misty morning sniffari with the doggo!

Bought a nifty cane with a flask inside! Weird but whatever.

Had good morning calls!

Joyfriend dynamic successfully shifted downward! (More about this later)

Had some advice about my dad's trust!

Kept my Duolingo streak going!

All in all, 55 is hitting softer.
And I'm ok with that.

#ThisIs55 #MiddleAgedHotness #LadyBachelor

Last year, for my birthday, I told the Heauxtation to give me Treats. They came through with massages, cocktails, back blowage, and various shenanigans.

This year, I'm asking for specific Treats: a fancy ass charcuterie board/box, aka Adult Lunchables.

I want to spend my 55th relaxing, being middle-aged, and eating fancy meats and cheeses on crackers.

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