Sunday, September 23, 2012

To Pee or Not To Pee

I have been getting feedback from this blog. Only two followers and I get feedback .......

My daughter found this blog, this blog where I do not censor and edit my thoughts about aging or sex. She thinks I should never post here again and is sorry she found it. I suppose I can see her point. Nobody wants to picture their parents having sex. It is just something you know happens, but you don't want to think about it. Hmmmm, I feel much the same way about my children having sex. They are grown with families, but their dad still thinks of his daughters as virgins. I suffer no illusions of such, but don't really want details. Maybe she should just not read this, my delicate little flower of a daughter.

Others have said I should post more often and here I am. Today an incident occurred that made me realize I am not going to like some of the other aspects of growing old. As it stands now, my libido is struggling to survive and I can no longer eat the things I want without suffering severe repercussions.

I have been stacking firewood and restoring order to our wood pile. I am my father's daughter and I like things in nice neat stacks and zoned. I have separated the wood into categories. There is the petrified wood that will catch fire if you just create friction and burns in seconds, then there is the seasoned wood that will maintain the fire, and last but not least, the wood too green to burn unless you use an accelerant.

My husband likes the latter for some unknown reason. He will struggle with that one log that will not catch fire. He uses a propane torch in the wood stove in the house. I just gather some twigs and such and get a nice little blaze going and add some seasoned wood. Works like a charm. Well, unless he splits the wood and stacks all the new wood atop the good wood and the snow has covered the pile, then frozen over and you need a pick ax to get to the good stuff, thus creating the unruly pile. This year we are doing it my way (the right way).

I spent my morning stacking wood into piles. Some need to be sawed to a smaller size and some just need to be split. I have been working at this project all week and every muscle in my body hurts. The pads of my fingers hurt, my toes hurt.
Since we are taking a little break today to go out with some friends, I came in to get ready. I had found a patch of poison oak and poured the remainder of some highly concentrated stuff that has to be purchased at a farm supply store and is no longer legal to use. So they say. I felt a drop splash on my foot and came in to wash it.

I had a shower last night and wasn't dirty or sweaty, so I just stood in the tub ....... fully clothed in a t-shirt and capri's and set about washing my feet. I suddenly had the urge to pee. I did not make it. Two steps, that's all it was and I could not get my pants down fast enough.

Now that I have showered and changed into clothes I had not planned to wear, I am thinking about the frequency of this happening lately and am considering adult diapers ........ No, I am not! Although, it would simplify my life and I wouldn't hurt myself trying to get to the bathroom.

What does one wear over these diapers? Double knit pants with elastic waist?? So stylish. I am not ready for this. I will train my bladder to cooperate. It will be like Olympic geriatric training. This sucks!


  1. Sorry I missed this. You hadn't posted in so long on it that I must have given up checking. I for one like this blog, we can all let our hair down, but it does take a lot of courage to write about such things.

    It does not surprise me that your daughter does not like you writing this blog. The generations never handle each other sexuality very well. Understandable with parents and teens, but good grief when everyone has grown up, why the difficulty about people acknowledging that their adult children are sexual beings and children acknowledging the same for their parents. Ain't one of us that was ever shit out on the fence post by a crow, which was my mother's particular explanation for where babies came from.

    What I have found particularly amusing is that my generation, the boomers, feel that they discovered sex in the mid 60s. Really? Well the baby boom didn't come about because our parents were lax in the sack.

    Regarding your problem, are you sure you don't have a bladder infection? Some bladder infections can cause sudden irresistible urges to urinate. The other probable cause is that as you age of course bladder muscles weaken just as all the rest do, as well as the pelvic support muscles that keep everything in place.

    There are exercises called Kegels which are very easy to do and will help to strengthen those muscles and give you better bladder control. It also helps with sex.

    I have done them off and on for about 15 years. Well I had a long off stretch and I noticed I was having trouble holding urine. So I started up again in mid summer. Big improvement with urination, and also to state it delicately, those difficulties that men might consider taking blue pills for. Everything down there works better when you do your Kegels.

  2. My daughter says, "I don't know what it is you and daddy do, but it isn't sex! The stork brought me!" She's 26. LOL Love this blog. Keep it up!

  3. This is the first blog I read with a warning about the contents and I like the name, I do remember the sixties but wasn't old enough to have sex then well not the first half.
    Maybe it's the water around you that gives you the urge to go, I am always on the toilet when it's raining.

  4. Frankly, I'm still glad botha youse can. Bravo!! Mo power to ya, dear. I know, of course, God shall allow for passionate intimacy in the Elysian Fields and, thus, goes our lengthy homily:

    HEAR YE! O HEAR YE!! This’ll help immensely on your writing journey (Upstairs) and, believe-you-me, why would you want anything else?? Why should you love our exploded plethora of produce which’ll plant the seeds for you to grow to great heights?? PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK:

    Greetings, earthling. Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s dichotomy gonna be like for us if ya believe/accept: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most blatantly, tastefully, incomprehensibly phat… catch-22-excitotoxins… myriads of cogently-ironic-metaphors… sheer endorphin-rush with pleasure-beyond-measure to boot… Ultra-Firepower-Idyllic-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, point-blank, deep-thwrote, Big-Bang-Dynamic… propagating the stimulating kitty for a kick-ass, party-hardy-friction (plus tantalizing eroticism), robust-and-risqué-play-station voltage, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal: PLEASE KEEP HANDS/FEET INSIDE THE RIDE UNTIL WE MADE A CIRCUMFERENCE OF the OUTSTANDING, NEVER-ENDING, THRILLIONTH-RED-MARKER-POSSIBILITIES …with eXtra eXciting eXtroverts doing the most vivid, brazen congruent as flawless as pearls from the Toyster Upstairs!!! Quite a run-on-sentence… yet, Upstairs, you, too, may push-the-hydraulic-envelope for endless sexy.

    WAIT!! THAT’S NOT ALL!! TELL’M WHAT THEY’LL RECEIVE, JOHNNY!! In that insane landscape of tumultuous, Led-Zepplin-versatility, can’t forget the rogue/vogue oasis of ‘Beavis ’n Butthead’ thoroughbred metabolism: from Level One, nuke’mNblast’m avatars in your ninja suit -to- skiing down a black-diamond-mountain 10X higher than K2 in shorts -to- bungee jumping from high-above the paisley troposphere -to- the POW!er of Swappin’ Spit with a room FULLA innuendo, etc, etc, etc (all possible and gobbbbbs mo). So, gain altitude, not attitude, and take front-row-seats, miss gorgeous, as the inexhaustible, irresistible intimacy shall blow-your-fragile-mind to peaces. Meet me Upstairs. Do that for us. Cya soon, girly (and, no, sweetheart, I wasn’t on any LSD when I rote this).

    PS “It is impossible that anyone should NOT receive all that they have believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I will always give them more than they expect”
    -Our Lord to Saint Gertrude