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Midlife Cabernet: It’s Time to Pack the Swim Suit and Order Pizza

April 21, 2014 By Elaine Ambrose

We survived another swim suit season without accidentally pushing some bikini-clad beauty into the deep end. Hooray for us! After all these years, most middle-aged marvels have finally outgrown the suit and the trepidation about wearing it in public. Still, given the opportunity to lounge by a pool, some women would rather suffer acute diarrhea while driving through rush hour traffic in an old van full of screaming toddlers and surly teenagers. Mature liberation takes time.

After years of wasted angst and black cover-ups, I’ve discovered a handy technique for dealing with the intimidating scenarios of the lifelong swim suit competition: Laugh out loud. With gusto.

Pretty people at posh pools don’t laugh. They grimace with exaggerated aloofness while dangling perfectly pedicured toes into the water and signaling for the dutiful wait staff to bring another cold beverage with an extra twist of organic lemon. If you pull the short straw and find yourself surrounded by such characters, just begin to giggle and then graduate into a boisterous guffaw until your reach hysterical laughter. Either they will join the fun or leave, so it’s a win-win situation.

Last week my husband and I celebrated our anniversary at a resort in Napa Valley. After a devoted day of tasting copious quantities of Cabernet, we donned our respectable suits and sauntered to the adult pool. The last two empty chairs were wedged next to a gathering of young models whose fatless bodies were covered with only two inches of material. My husband tried in vain to hide his approval. The only men for me to appreciate were old guys with their trophy women or the hairy-backed Europeans in Speedos.

To survive such an assault on self-confidence, here are some tips for how to survive the next swim suit season:

  1. Grab your sweetie, get into the pool, and swim, laugh, and hug each other. Peek at the shocked and jealous glamour girls whose skimpy suits have never been wet.
  2. Splash back to your chair, slather lotion over your well-seasoned body, order drinks, and laugh some more. It will drive others crazy.
  3. Appreciate your body – the wrinkled eyes that have seen a lifetime of experiences, the wider hips that have carried strong babies, the age-spotted hands that have dried tears and prayed for peace, and the soft lap that has rocked precious grandchildren.
  4. Pull your sweetheart close, tousle his gray hair, and whisper a silly joke. Then laugh together until you snort.
  5. Repeat 1 through 4.

The undisputable fact about growing older is that it happens or else we die young. Given those choices, I’ll take the unknown opportunities of another year. I’ll complete regular maintenance checkups, exercise, eat well, and laugh with intention. And I’ll toast the memory of friends and relatives who didn’t have the chance to live another season.

It’s time to put away the swimsuits, sandals, and silly insecurities, and bring out the comfortable sweaters and jeans. Then order pizza and beer for dinner, and there could be donuts for breakfast. After all, you have several months to prepare for next summer.

Today’s blog is fueled by a 2009 Paradiso red wine from V. Sattui Winery in Napa Valley. The wine is bold and vibrant, as any middle-aged woman should be. The winery’s delicious wines are only available on location or from web site orders – www.vsattui.com.

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Midlife Cabernet: Labels are for Food, not People

April 21, 2014 By Elaine Ambrose

Read the label on a tub of frozen whipped topping and you’ll discover that the sweet treat contains enough chemical ingredients to eventually explode your internal organs. Assorted labels that describe me include left-handed, menopausal, witty, and Presbyterian. Any one of my identities could offend someone, but I’m still less toxic than Cool Whip.

It’s important for food to be labeled because you should know if the product you are buying to feed your family contains Polysorbate 60 – a chemically-derived emulsifier in Cool Whip that is linked to organ toxicity, chronic diarrhea, and tumors in laboratory rats. This fluffy concoction that looks so appealing in a Jell-O parfait also has synthetic wax, hydrogenated oils, and high fructose corn syrup. Just eat poison instead.

Labeling people is another matter, unless you intend to eat them. (In that case, find another blog.) Consider all the common labels that are used to classify people: liberal, conservative, divorced, elderly, teenage, politician, priest, or policeman. Every title prompts an opinion. When we meet someone for the first time, we instinctively process a conclusion when we learn that the person is either a ballerina or a mechanic. It shouldn’t matter unless we need some work done on our car.

We are living in a hateful bullying era that assigns negative labels to people for political or personal gain: loser, retarded, idiot, racist. Want to stop a lively, intelligent debate? Call someone a racist when there is no proof. Want to prove you have no decency? Call a mentally challenged person retarded. There is not enough soap to wash out the filthy mouths and minds of those who hurl destructive labels just to be cruel or to appear tough.

So, here is today’s assignment. Write down as many positive labels are you can: winner, smart, grateful, spirited, strong, loyal, talented, friendly, helpful, charming, dedicated, and spiritual. Use these descriptions liberally when talking to and about people. You’ll discover that others want to hear what you have to say, and they appreciate your positive attitude. They also want to be your friend.

This blog was prompted by some nasty comments made this week on social media sites. Normally sane friends clamored on Facebook that all Republicans (or Democrats or left-handed Christians) are idiots and morons. But, these zealots don’t realize that their friends might have similar beliefs to what is being criticized. If you want to call me a moron, please be able to substantial your claim. Otherwise, be careful about what labels you assign to others in public rants, or you could languish alone eating from tubs of toxic Cool Whip.

By the way, real whipped cream has three real ingredients: fresh cream, a sprinkle of sugar and a splash of real vanilla. Authentically delicious.

Today’s blog was fueled by a 2005 Sawyer Cellars Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa Valley. This vibrant, complex, and exquisite estate wine was a gift from the awesome Gretchen Anderson. Good friends share good wine. I should invite her over for some peach pie with real whipped cream…

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