It’s Official. I’m Sixty-Six

The blog title won’t change, but my age did. The big day began with a trip to the dermatologist. She froze the barnacles off my back, and that’s good because those stupid crustaceans itched. She told me their proper scientific name. I then told her their common moniker, “Damned Itchy Barnacles“. 

Then it was home again to open the three cards from Sweet Jimmy.  Always three. Always hidden in plain view. Following that, I spent a happy hour coloring a flat wooden bird, part of the gift from grandkids Deven and Mishri.

Jim pulled out his bird identification book to help me sort out just what kind of chick it was.  As you can see, the designation, while not in the book, is apparent. It’s a “Green-headed, Pink-breasted, Weeki Wachee Warbler.”

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Next, it was off to the primary care physician to go over bloodwork regarding my hormone levels. Good news!  My bloodwork is now routine. Three months ago I had the testosterone of a sixteen-year-old boy.  Having such high testosterone at my age–while great fun–is apparently not healthy.

A quiet afternoon was spent watching Jim do laundry. Yay for birthdays! He does laundry even on not-birthdays. But on not-birthdays, I offer to help. On my birthday?  Not a chance.

Lastly out to dinner. I chose the restaurant based on dessert. Recently we’d eaten there and consumed the most delicious gluten-free, warm-with-chocolate-chunks brownie, topped with vanilla ice cream.

As soon as we sat down, Jim flipped the menu to the dessert section. WHAT!? Wasn’t it listed? I had a moment when I thought I might cry. I nearly turned into six, rather than sixty-six.

Jim, good man that he is, tracked down waitstaff and found gluten-free chocolate cake was a special. Nope, it wasn’t the same as the brownie we’d had previously. However, it was warm, had a pipette of Jack Daniels squeezed into the center, and altogether satisfied this old girl.

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The little hole in the cake is where the booze pipette was inserted.

 

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This is how the bill is presented. Clever, huh?

Today is my second day of being sixty-six. So far it’s been lovely. Stevia-sweetened iced coffee, cottage cheese with almonds–my breakfast of choice which made a friend, Steve, gag when I described it–and a bit of reading.

The following clipping was yesterday’s “born today” blurb.  I liked it.  I wondered aloud if the paper simply prints the same words daily.  After all, who reads “born today” unless truly born on that particular day?  It seems Jim does.  He assured me it’s not a cookie cutter reading.

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Happy to learn my hard work and effort will pay off this year! Bodes well for upcoming Etsy shop.  I’ll learn more on Tuesday when my friend and I visit Psychic Valentina.  Don’t scoff.  Valentina knows my future and next week I will too. How fun is that?!  I’ll keep you posted.

 

 

Reinvention

I’m recreating myself.  In anticipation of the sixty-sixth birthday, I’m opening a new Etsy shop. My former Etsy store was named Beatrice Bee Vintage. It was fun, I sold a bunch of junk and shipped all over the planet.

Then it kinda’ dried up and the magic disappeared.

Recently I thought, “What do people spend stupid money on?” The answer, pets, and babies.

I considered doing custom pet portraits. Then, after Saturday’s meditation, it came to me to create whimsical artwork for nursery walls.

No need to inventory anything. I’ll just do the pictures, save on the computer and print on demand. I called my friend, Richie to discuss printing–what type of home printer does a decent job. The one we now own churns out anemic color copies. Richie owns a print business. His color printer cost over $800,000. I scratched my head, thought about it and decided not to get one of those.

Yesterday I colored my first baby animal. An elephant. I’ll post its picture with a cute girlie hat on her head and name her Emma. I’ll repost without the hat and Emma becomes Ethan. Print out at 8″ by 10″, slide into an 11″ by 14″ matte and mail it off. The purchaser can then buy a ready-made frame.

The competition on Etsy is stiff. One lady opened her shop in 2016 and has already had over 10,000 sales. It will be tricky to get my work noticed. I don’t plan to open until I have about twenty decent images.

The picture below I did some years back. The little pea in the pram was artwork for a baby shower invitation. The mother of that baby boy has since had two more boys. It was fun coloring and planning that party.

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Now, off to color a piglet. Penelope and Payton Pig. I’ll write a little back story for each image. Maybe include it with the purchase. This Etsy shop is an infant. Lots to think about.

 

Somewhat related blog posts:

What I Like About Me

It’s Never Too Late: 10 Writers & Artists That Were Late Bloomers

I used to ask, “Why me?” Now I say, “Why NOT me!”