Welcome!

Why did I decide to write another blog? Well, the other blog is mostly about Lee, and there are times when I want to write about many things that did not pertain to his experiences, so I will write this little blog and see where it goes.  Here are some of the issues I will probably address (unless I change my mind):

* What it's like to be addressed as" Madam, not Miss" and when did that begin?
* Why do those young clerks in retail and grocery call me" Sweetie" and" Honey?"
*  The" Great Gravitational pull-down"  (No, it is not scientific!)
*  The "At your Age" Theory, ( remember, it is a theory!)
*  I saw my Mother's reflection in the display window at the Mall!
*  Yes, those bladder commercials are real!
*  What is with those Cialis commercials and the double claw-foot bath tubs?

These are just a few of the things I have on my mind from time to time.  As you have now guessed, I am in that glorious age, sometimes called the "golden years".  So far, the gold in this age is elusive and have only found mine perched as a crown on a molar in the back of my mouth!  Golden Years?  These are Reality Years!

Let's begin by taking that first walk down my memory lane.  There are many lanes for our walks and the one I have selected today goes back a decade or two.  Guess we just have to take those memories as they resurface!  Good to have you here, walking alongside and listening as we stroll.

So, let's begin with the first topic that is a real gem and a pet peeve of mine.  I cannot remember the first time it happened, but I will say I was caught off guard and quite by surprise.  I believe it actually happened when I was still a young fifty-something.  I remember it with clarity, as most traumatic events are remembered!  I had just finished my grocery shopping, finally had all those groceries bagged in the cart, and was busy exiting the store.  Suddenly, behind me, I heard a young man calling, "Madam, "Madam," you forgot one of you bags.  I continued on, knowing that could not be me.............after all, if it was for me, he would be calling "Miss".  He finally caught up with me in the parking lot, once again, addressing me as "Madam".  I thanked him for the forgotten bag, put it in the trunk along with the other groceries, climbed into the driver's seat of my car, and proceeded to cry!  It was, to me, the end of an era.  It was absolute.  From that precise moment, I ceased to be a Miss to each and every clerk I encountered from that day forward! 

So now you know, once your title of Miss has been replaced with Madam, It immediately goes into the airways of tomorrow, never again to return.......................................

Hope you enjoyed your walk along with me today.   See you, next time, Brenda

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