Sooooo … I’m at that “certain age”. Every woman gets there eventually. I got there later than most. But here I am. And it’s really not so hot. And yet it is very hot.

Go figure.

Yes, indeed, it’s been hot flash time for a few months now.

So far I’m dealing fine, but let me tell you, when you are about to play a solo and a hot flash hits it’s just not that much fun. Of course what can one do but deal, but still, I wish I could hold up a sign saying, “This is a little bit more difficult at the moment because I am currently burning up from the inside out.” Or at least a sign that says “Yes, I’m really hot.” But no, no signs, and still I deal. I have no choice.

That is all.

You’re welcome.



  1. patti with an i

    Welcome aboard. Yes, they are so much fun in long-sleeved black velvet under stage lights, aren’t they? At first my ears turned red, along with everything above the collarbone. Thankfully, that phase didn’t last long. The worst part for me is that my hands get sweaty and then sticky. Makes shifting sooo much fun!

    Major triggers are caffeine, alcohol, sugar. All the fun stuff, in other words. I find a supplement called Estrotone helpful (black cohosh and a few other things).

  2. At least I’m in a club now … even if it’s the hot flash girls’ club. I think I’ll just call it the hot girls’ club, though.

    (And now that I’ve written that I’ll probably get all sorts of trashy spam here. Hmm.)