I fractured my left foot and am in a boot for at least the next four weeks. You see, I was just about to hit the summit of Mount Elbert in Colorado and took a wrong step. I finished the summit, but getting back down was oh so painful.
That is a big fat lie! I wanted a story to tell you about how I hurt my foot because I have no idea. I thought it was bursitis and hobbled around for three weeks. When it didn’t get better, I finally got X-rays and thus the boot. One of the problems with being a hypochondriac is you don’t actually know when you are really hurt!
This boot prevents me from doing certain things I like to do, like walking with friends, skipping, getting up and down stairs and, well, I am clumsy with two working feet so you can imagine how graceful I am with one encased in an unattractive contraption. To keep busy, I’ve been online Christmas shopping, planning a redo of our home in Florida, reading and, of course, watching TV. I read about this Netflix series called Virgin River in Entertainment Weekly, so I decided to watch it. And over the course of two days, I laughed, I cried, and I realized that each episode was like a mini Hallmark movie. Everyone should know by now how much I love those! I also developed a weird fangirl crush on the actor Martin Henderson. I Googled him and found out he is 46, so it wasn’t too creepy that a 60-year-old would crush on him, but where did he come from and how did I miss him? Damn, all those years of working full time and taking care of kids made me miss a whole slew of great actors (OK, maybe not great ones but attractive ones). I thought about those magazines they had when I was a preteen, like Tiger Beat. Inside were posters of your favorite actors like Bobby Sherman or The Monkees. I wondered, do they have anything like that for people my age? I know People is supposed to cover all age groups, but they really don’t. I wanted a magazine of actors and musicians who are alive and all over the age of 45. No pictures of Timothée Chalamet, that Bieber guy or the Jonas Brothers.
Off I went to Barnes & Noble to look for a new entertainment magazine that had stories about my new crush Martin Henderson, Hugh Grant, Bruce Springsteen, Jeff Goldblum, George Clooney and Mark Harmon. I mean, Hugh Grant is 60! Still working, still adorable, hasn’t gone under the knife to distort his face.
Sadly, no magazine like this exists. Perhaps I am the only one that wants one. So, I came home after buying a stack of home remodeling magazines and found another series featuring my new crush Martin. Now, I just have to wait until the second season of Virgin River drops. I also followed him on Instagram like a good fangirl would do in 2020. Let me know if anyone out there wants to start a new magazine. I would be happy to handle all the interviews.