Gala Guiba

Gala Guiba

Here we go again

Entering the 3rd quarter of the game with high hopes and moderate expectations.

Goldilocks & the musical chairs

Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Sun, September 27, 2015 19:34:28

It seems I am stuck on the one subject but the other day I was thinking about dating life in this day & age (more the age than the day) and came to the conclusion that dating when one is pushing 50 is not unlike playing musical chairs when we were little; One has To be on fast on the feet, take split second decisions and be a bit of a c*nt with the competition... An elbow here, a shove there, trip a friend, punch the neighbor.

Everything is fair game just to get your butt on that chair.

As the game (of life) progresses there are fewer and fewer chairs and one is getting more and more tired.

Being single and older is like being close to the end of the game; I realize that I passed up one chair for being too hard, the other was too soft; one broke on me and another one I broke. Too unstable, too frilly, too plain, too modern, too used, too unreliable, too far, too close, too short, too big, too small.

It's like a goldilocks plays musical chairs, she is an indecisive, impossible to please nosy little princess, it can't possibly end well for her.

Except that it does... Maybe it does... Hopefully it does...

She is currently sitting on what appears to be a (pre owned) Royal Throne found at a thrift store. "What a find!" She congratulates herself.

A short month into it and so far it seems comfy, warm and safe... Wonder if it has wood rot? faulty springs? A broken leg?

Time will tell.



Happy in Charleston

Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Thu, September 25, 2014 17:10:36
September 2014
Charleston, South Carolina, US of A.

The ship has landed and none other than in the middle of the very tight, right winged, gun loving, bible thumping, white, white WHITE Bible Belt.

One would think I do not fit in but to my surprise I have managed to wedge myself in and create a wonderful network of friends; not only that but for the first time in my life, a true sense of community and I LOVE it.

Read back on my Asia backpacking blogs, specially the note on my restoration of faith in Men, and what I thought would be the end of the "Wishy Washy Cowardly Men Era"... not quite, not quite.
Unfortunately my "wuss-dar" directed me to yet a couple more weaklings, however experience has taught me to detect them before is too late, so all is good on that front.

That Front...

THE Front...

The Man Front (please note i use singular... hell most be freezing over)

I am excited on that front, actually, but I don't want to jinx it or get ahead of myself... I am undeniably, undoubtedly, shamelessly, excited. Shall see if Zurich is as wonderful a place as it appears to be; perhaps I get an honorary visa and reside there for a while. Shall see.

SO many things to say about this southern experience!

Leaving mundane worries, this Brownie is Feeling Happy in Charleston.



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