Spurred on by Cyranny over at the cove, I’m giving my actual name. The Bag Lady is a little rough I guess, but it is who I have been for three years, through no fault of my own, I add. It was hoped to be a funny reference to being bladder free and fitted with a (lovely) bag on my abdomen to replace it. Now I’ve written all about this in my early blogs, Accepting Change is the only one still here. My very first blog was, “Oh, that kind of bag” which I also hoped would suggest humor, but it has disappeared.
So here I am, three years into being a bag lady and of course it’s not exactly fun, but it has its moments. The rugby843 idea was a mistake, as was finding WP. But no matter, I answer to most anything. Lately it’s “old lady” – my kids inherited humor from us – or grammie. I prefer the latter.
I love the blog, write anything that comes to mind, and adore you guys out there! I’ve learned a lot, met a lot of great people, seen fantastic art and photographs, read beautiful poetry and all types of stories. THANK YOU!
Feel free to contact me anytime, I love comments.
Cheryl, aka: the bag lady @https://rugby843.blog