Chasing My Tail

Greetings, Fellow Campers.

Chasing my tail, yes, that's a bit what I feel like at the moment. Chasing my tail as far as men are concerned, certainly. Remember my high hopes for the Young Man last weekend? Yes, me too. Well, YM arrived on Friday evening and started talking. Then he talked for awhile. After that he talked some more. He wanted to watch TV, but he kept talking throughout, about something totally unrelated. He wasn't really talking, actually, he was blathering. Every so often I'd try to interject a contribution to what was not actually a conversation so much as a monologue, and he'd talk right over me. Finally I suggested (extreeeeeeemely gently) that maybe he could draw breath occasionally and he was inordinately offended. Absurdly offended. In full dudgeon, he said if I didn't want to hear him talking he'd just go home. So I said, Well, okay. And he did. Yawn. Anyway, left me to watch telly and knit in peace for the weekend.

I'm also chasing my tail trying to get kajillions of things made to take to a craft fair in Towcester (pronounced Toaster), Beds (honest, that's the nickname for Bedfordshire) this Saturday. And I have to go spend this afternoon being the one and only Wise Man in a modern Christmas fable for a bunch of really elderly ladies. Should be fun.

Anyway, must dash off now, but just wanted to let you know I haven't fallen off the edge of the planet.

I hope you're all well and happy.

Love,
Nance xx

Older v Younger Men

It's interesting how the younger man/older woman relationship is viewed these days. It used to be almost taboo, but now that we Baby Boom girls have become women of a certain age - well, we're calling the shots, aren't we?

Since I first joined an online dating agency over 3 years ago, I've always received lots of messages from younger guys (some as young as 17, which I viewed as a bit obscene and I told them that I thought they would be better advised to spend their time on revision!) and their comments followed a theme: older women tend to be more relaxed and comfortable with themselves, less demanding, more even-tempered and more open-minded. I have had a couple of young chaps say that they wanted an older woman to teach them what to do (!) to which my response was that I want someone who already knows what to do.

I've never approached a younger man online, as that would make me feel a bit lecherous, but when they contact me, it's only polite to at least have a chat and see who they are.

And yes, when I think of men older than I am (I'm 53), they do look rather ....... old! It's one thing to get involved when you're young and grow old together, but when I look at a bunch of 60-year-old men, I can't say that it sets my heart all aflutter.

Oh, another thing that I like about younger men is that they tend to treat me with more respect. They really value my life experience, and the different perspective I can offer on things that are going on in their lives.

It's early days yet, but this guy, Simon, is nothing if not attentive - he's phoned and sent texts every day this week - some people wouldn't like that much attention, but it's absolutely fine with me, especially since I work at home, and half the days of the week don't see another living soul.

So, we shall see what the weekend brings ..........

Love,
Nance

Well, the excitement's almost too much to bear!

Look, look, look at the bottom of the page! I've managed to get a hit-counter installed. And not only that, but I've also posted a picture on eBay of something I want to sell. And, after India kindly pointed out that my blog was on California time, I managed to correct that too. I'm a real technobunny, me.

I got so excited that I ate a hardboiled egg. It's just one thrill after another in this life of mine.

I didn't get much creative work done today, mostly technical (see above) and admin. Still, into each life some such stuff shall fall. But my friend Irena pointed out that I can type really fast without looking at the keys, which I never think of as much of an accomplishment, seeing as I've been doing it for, erm, 35 years, but at least it proves I can do something with a computer other than stare blankly at the screen wondering if I dare touch anything.

Tomorrow is going to be my first attempt at felting. I want to make some bags to take to fairs, so we'll just see how that goes. Could end up with a very fuzzy washing machine.

Oh yes, I did have a few text exchanges and phone chats with the new young man in my life. When I say young, I do mean young, as in 14 years younger than I am, but at least he's of legal age (and then some), employed, solvent, and extremely interested so I'm hardly going to tell him to get lost without exploring the situation.

So, maybe my life doesn't consist totally of mundanities.

Love to all and to all a good night,

Nance

Too sleepy to knit any more

I just want to say thanks to everyone who has visited, and especially everyone who left comments.

I've been working on a curly scarf this evening. It's a blend of sky blue and lime green Kid Silk Haze, and with pom-poms on the ends, and it's looking really good, but I'm just too sleepy to go on, as I'm in the middle of a row increasing from 200 stitches to 400 stitches, and I don't want to muddle it up as I may want to sell it. On the other hand, it's so pretty, I'd kind of like to keep it myself, or give it to my friend Irena. I had coffee round at hers this afternoon, and made the pom-poms while I was there, and she was ooooohing and aaaaahing over the colours and yarn - she'd never seen KSH before. Tomorrow I'm going to go back to help her with the fitting of the outfit she's making for her daughter's wedding in early January, so I'll keep knitting whilst I'm there.

And now I think I'd better get myself off to bed.

Thanks again for joining in on my first day in blogland.

Love,
Nance

Silly me!

Well! I was just poking around on the internet and suddenly, in the space of about 3 minutes, here I am with a blog. I thought it was going to take several weeks of hard labour (as in breaking rocks, chopping wood, etc) to get one going. I have no idea how to put pictures on and stuff like that, but I guess I'll figure it out.

I'm a Canadian, transplanted from New Brunswick to Cambridgeshire in England. I've been here 14 years and in the last six months have put behind me 30 years of working with lawyers to seek my fortune on my own. So I wrapped all my worldly possessions in a bandana and have set up a tiny import/knitting business, and am also writing away, hoping that someday someone will pay me to do it. Otherwise, I'll probably have to resort to selling pencils on a street corner.

Thanks for coming to visit.

Love,
Nance