Another Sunday morning - I'm feeling depressed. My back hurts, it's hot and muggy outside, and Steve is at yet, another Ward Conference. I've been reading other blogs. They are witty and insightful. Full of pictures and even some videos. I can hardly manage to type. Is this just "old age"? Is it my generation? Is it lack of sleep? Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't go back to being a teenager, or young mother, but I would like to be technologically savvy, and be able to get up in the morning and not be stiff! Oh, I guess that I should be embracing my "life in my later years" BUT ~ I feel like I'm stuck in the middle somewhere. Not young, but not old enough to be respectably "dotty". I think that I would like to be this woman...
"Warning" by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple. With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves, and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Well, I have the "grow more fat" part down. I just need to work on the other things!
