I finally did it and it only took me all of three hours!!! I know, three hours sounds like a lot. It FELT like a lot.  I am no good at this techy stuff. I'm sure there are those who could've done what I tried to do in about fifteen minutes. It's discouraging enough to put me off trying the other videos I have of Bunta. They take too long for me to process and I've got other things I need to do as well - like WRITE!! I have two short stories and several children's stories I'm working on and would like to COMPLETE some day and have to work around WORK and other responsibilities.  To say I'm frustrated is an understatement.

For the last 9 days, I've been dog/house sitting.  The house is great, roomy with lots of windows.  It also has a large screen TV. I don't have TV at my house, only a DVD for movies.  So having access to something as trivial as the news has been a big deal for me.  Spent the first four days getting caught up on the rest of the world, via the tube, and also realizing that beyond the news, Presidential Debates, and access to football games, there is nothing I'm missing out on.  So I should've been able to get a lot of writing down right? Wrong.  The very first night to be over here, I had to return to MY house for a few things I forgot. Then a quick trip to the grocery.  That wasn't a problem.  The problem was, that when I came out from the grocery store, my car was dead.  All lights, windows, locks etc., worked but the engine would not turn over!  Of course it was 10 pm on a Saturday and I was supposed to be at a house 12 miles across town.  AAA towed my dead car to my house and a friend gave me a ride out where I was supposed to be.  So a lot of my time of my week of rest and writing was spent trying to take care of this car.  Public transit took hours as compared to minutes, Uber was more TIME efficient, but not cost effective from this distance.  My time these last eight days has not been spent doing what I'd hoped.

And then there is the "Dog" himself.  HIGH maintenance little Shitzu.  Yeeaaahh.  He has a knack for knowing when I'm actually getting into MY writing groove and he does not like NOT being the center of attention.  He barks and he whines and he growls whenever I sit down at my laptop to write.  And then there is his hair, it's a problem.  His people parents like him having really long - ponytail long - hair on top of his head.  He also has long hair all around his face.  So when he eats or drinks, the soggy food and water gets all over in his facial hair. You have to chase him down to clean him up because he doesn't like the cleaning process.  Then he shakes his head ferociously which dislodges the ponytail!! And of course that has to be redone or hair hangs in his eyes and he can't see a thing.  So, no long chunks of free time to write.  I have to work on the other side of town tomorrow, fortunately my car is working and I've got it back, but it's and hour commute each way. Tomorrow will be a long day. 

So I’ve been considering the shape – and location - of my breasts at the age of 53. Why am I considering this? Well, darn, because every time I lay down on my back, my breasts disappear into my armpits.  The nipples are confused too. Used to be they looked heavenward, now they’re just hangdog eyeballing the ground. It’s a problem.  I don’t want implants, but it would be nice to reign these puppies in and have them re-centered and their gaze redirected to appreciate the sun.

Tonight was the first time I’ve done any research on the possibilities and procedures.  This kills me; do you know what they use as a test to determine if a lift is needed?  They call it the “pencil test”. Basically, while standing, if you place a pencil under your breast, and it stays in place, you have the droops.  Well chit, my boobies could hold my friggin wallet under there no problem!!! Guess I have the droops - or the dropsies, or flopsies, whatever term you like.  But now the problem is, I saw what they do to your girls during surgery, I nearly fainted, and my tongue is dry from my mouth not being able to close for a full thirty minutes!!  Um, OOOOOOOUCH!!!!!!!  And this is done as an outpatient surgery??  They cut, they sew, they hack away and re-form with a possible surgical staple finish.  Staples?? To snag and grab – OH I DON’T THINK SO!! Of course they warn of possible ‘mild discomfort for next few days and suggest pain medication may be prescribed.  Ya think?? Oh yes, I think so.  And not for just a week. And then there’s the scarring.  Yeah, it’s not pretty. Nice half circle smile under each breast with a straight line up to the areola.  After a year the scarring should fade some. But in the meantime, how would I feel about these scars being visible to others at times when I may want to roam around the natural world in nothing but my birthday suit?  Hmmmmmmm, something else to consider.

So what do I think now??  Well, I think I’d have to want this re-construction to my tender parts p.r.e.t.t.y. d.a.r.n. b.a.d.!!  Or, come to terms with having a new place to carry my wallet and nipple dragging. No matter what, aging and what gravity does to my body SUCKS!!!