I want the real grass under my feet. I want the excitement of real conversation. And I will have it.
It's fun to quote poetry and songs but this is not where it's at; I know that. Too many years have rolled under my feet in that fashion. Too many wasted and evil years. I say evil and that may be an exaggeration. But what else would we call the span of time since 1975 when the pattern of hurt, confusion, and anger continued? When I insisted on asking for paper roses?
It was a choice, you see.
Today I'll buy a new blouse, one with flowers on it like the fashion magazines suggest. Today I'll dress and go to the shops. It will be bright, orange perhaps or yellow, and electric blue. Today I'll finally take out an exercise DVD and limber up my aches and pains. I never had aches and pains before. I kept fit. And for at least two months I haven't lifted weights. I haven't stretched. This is the contemplation phase which I've been through before. My fast from overnight feels good as there's hunger and that's familiar from when I was a younger woman and slimmer.
Today I'll meet a friend and visit. I'll strike out in a new direction somehow, somewhere, some way. There'll be a new direction to my life today. I won't wait for Monday or Tuesday.
|The bird is on the wing.|
Hello, Ohio. Hello, Michigan. Hello, tall handsome grey haired dudes out there.
Time and fortune wait for no woman. The ancient Roman statues of their Caesars and orators gazed out over the heads of the citizenry, blank eyes staring into a limitless and empty sky. I'm an elder but was a foolish woman. Today is already slipping away although it's early in the morning, and tomorrow is a mirage.
Did you see The Sting? One must be alert.