How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE


Old Bird, New Tricks. . .

Generally speaking, I’m a tough old bird. I have no allergies that I know of, except for sunscreen. I can’t wear it. A breakout of tiny, angry water blisters, which itch like the plague and break if I scratch, and itch more when they break, invade my pitiful sun-screened skin.

A couple of months ago, I made a new discovery. (I’m way too easy, you see.) It’s time, I decided, to stop using Dove soap on my face after eons of use. I haven’t had any problems: no extra lines or flaky skin, but a change would be good, I thought.

Enter Nivea Visage Replenishing Cleansing Cream Lotion (Mature Skin). I also splurged on Nivea Visage Rich Moisturizing Day Care with SPF 15. This was not a big investment; the price was right, the total  under twenty dollars. Oh, what a feeling; what a r-u-s-h a new jar of cream will bring! I felt like a new woman for several weeks. My face looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Until, the diaper rash!

I believe I have some Rosacea as do many women after a certain age. What I saw was something more. When my cheeks and chin broke out in pimples—with pin-sized yellow heads—my attention sprang into front row.  Mornings I looked great, no redness and no pimples—until I washed my face and applied the moisturizing day cream—hmm, curious.

My head has been someplace else lately. I noticed sort of, but didn’t put the  details together. Something made me stop the day cream and switch back to a long-time old faithful moisture cream. No change. Yikes. (I blush easily, which makes my face a deeper crimson and the added heat irritates this new condition.) Now the breakouts were becoming more of a problem because makeup didn’t hide them and everyone could see what was going on. Blush. Blush.

I stopped the cleansing lotion and went back to good old Dove soap. No immediate magic, but three days later, no more yellow heads—only angry red lines. I’d also been drinking buckets of coffee lately and have been a bit more stressed out than usual. Generally, not good.

So far, I’m pleased with my skin’s improvement. Why do I always need to chase the next best product when the current one is doing its job? What can I say? I’m vain to hope—hope there is still magic to be had. Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I don’t like to look my best and feel like a new woman once in a while. I’m sure vanity never goes away. Am I right? Sure I am.

First of all, I knew I had an allergic reaction to sunscreen? What is SPF 15, after all? But I forgot. So my head has been buried in the sand but no more. I hope I don’t have to give up coffee—or wine. Both of these aggravate Rosacea as does stress, but the big bad problem seems to be going away. . .

This feels like a service announcement. What? This is about ME. It is NOT an infomercial. Please.

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Anatomy of Sleep


Drink too much wine: fall asleep for about 15 minutes then stay awake all night.

Drink too much coffee: awake all night and fall asleep for about 15 minutes just before dawn.

Eat too much before bed: can’t sleep and can’t stand the thought of food.

Go to bed hungry:  can’t sleep; thinking about food.

What a party / get together: too wound up to sleep, had such a good time.


Really Stupid Reasons for Not Sleeping

I’m working on a puzzle (let me find just one more piece).

I’m knitting and can’t stop. My hands have a mind of their own.

I’m reading a really good book. Finally finish book and fall asleep before dawn.

I’m worried I’ll miss the alarm. Too excited to sleep.


Start writing a To-do list, turning on the light every 15 minutes to write another item on list.

Finally rub my right elbow raw from propping myself up to put on the light every 15 minutes.

Up and down to the bathroom every 15 minutes.

Still hopeful. Still trying to catch some zs in spite of tossing and turning all night.


  • Can’t sleep but can’t read (my eyes won’t open)
  • Can’t sleep but can’t watch TV (I need some zs)
  • Can’t sleep but can’t go online (nobody’s more important than sleep)
  • Can’t sleep but can’t do housework (avoid it in daytime, why would I do it at night?)

Did I finally get any sleep last night? About 15 minutes just before dawn. The alarm went off and I bolted out of bed like a torpedo with no idea of where I was and what I was doing.

Just goes to show you, sleep isn’t a total waste of time. It saves you from dementia!