Red Hats at the Ryde

Queens at the Ryde Hotel
Queens at the Ryde Hotel

For awesome social fun, if you are a lady over 50 (or nearing 50) visit the Red Hat Society website. This is the place to go when you reach that point in your life where you have raised the kids (or not), retired or are thinking about it, have done your volunteer or charity work, or just want to escape. There’s a whirlwind of activity and virtually something for everyone once you find the right group for you. Just show up, in the proper attire (red hat/purple clothes or if you are under 50 pink hat/lavender cloths) and be willing to have fun. My group, the RHS Molls, began in 2001. I have served as queen for all that time since no one has been willing to take over that duty. It’s my escape and keeps me out of trouble.

We had a gathering of 100 queens and vice queens at the Ryde Hotel this afternoon. We energized our souls, shared our resources, laughed uproariously, rounded up new friends, amused the staff and left with bellies full from the awesome buffet. Just don’t tell anyone this queen made her speech notes on a toilet seat protector. What could be more appropriate? It goes right up there with making slippers out of sanitary napkins but that’s another red hat story.

 

Brown Belt

Brown Belt
Brown Belt

Mister J (he’s getting too big to call Little J) has been working toward a black belt in mixed martial arts for several years. Tonight’s promotion included demonstrating the sticks and some Jujitsu. His progress is amazing and we are pleased to watch his skills grow.

For reference here’s the rankings: White Beginner – Lack of knowledge; Yellow Seed beginning to sprout; Orange Sprout is blossoming into a plant; Green Plant beginning to grow; Blue Reaching for the sky; Purple The sky deepens with knowledge; Red Danger – Lack of control; Brown One more mountain to climb; Black Serious student

Best of all are the tenets: Courtesy, Integrity, Perseverance, Self Control, Indomitable Spirit, Victory!

There you go. Mister J is well on his way up the mountain!

Blossoms of Spring

Spring Blossoms
Spring Blossoms

In spite of the weatherman insisting that we would have a cold rainy day, it turned out unseasonably warm and sunny. The kind of day where I just itch to get out, walk a few blocks, run a couple of miles, bike a few more and then pant up my long steep driveway. I really don’t understand how it happens that the day goes by and I forget to get out and enjoy that spring weather. By the time I manage to set aside my work, the sky looks ominous. Just in time to run errands – quick dashes between the post office, school, karate lessons, grocery shopping, and restaurant, racing against humidity approaching 100%. Five minutes into dinner we watch as the sky darkens, trees bend in the wind, and the sidewalk floods . Changes… umbrellas will come and go and chances are mine will be in the car when I need it.

13 Candles

13 Candles

13 Candles

Once again we have a teenager in the house! After 23 years. It’s a bit different this time around being the grandparents acting as parents. Rules are stricter. Boundaries are tighter. The world isn’t as safe. Homework is harder. My historical “A”s in algebra and geometry are little help in tackling new math. There is so much more history to learn. Heck, we are history.

Once in a while we slip. We begin “When I was your age… we needed operator assistance to make a phone call… we walked through snow and sleet to the bus stop while carrying a pile of books three feet high in the crooks of our arms… we had only one pair of shoes… it cost a quarter to go to the movie and 5 cents for a candy bar… we had no seat belts… our TV was black and white and we had to get up from the sofa to change the channel… and the list goes on.

Little J says, “Well, these are my old times.” Kind of puts us in our place. Soon we must stop calling him “Little” J.