Last Bastion

It happened today. The last thread by which I was clinging to my youth card snapped. It would take a Trumpian level of denial to conclude any thing other. I have jumped the shark and crossed to the side of the crazy old cat ladies. It is sadly official.

It all came about very unwittingly on my part. I didn’t mean to loose hold of that card. It is really a shame. It happened this way. If my clothes are reasonably clean at the end of the day, I don’t throw them into the hamper. I have a set of hooks on the outside of my closet door where I hang them to be reworn another day. Please don’t judge me harshly for that; my closet is small. And I don’t often entertain in my bedroom. My clutter bothers me less than washing my clothes every week. 

There are a couple of mitigating circumstances you should know about. The first being that there is a good deal of roadwork and accompanying mess going on right in front of my house right now. I have to traverse that mess each and every time I leave my yard. As a result, my shoes, my socks and the cuffs of my leggings or jeans get filthy every day and must be washed. The second circumstance is that it is Indian summer here, and the weather changes are volatile. One week we are in the 90’s, the next we have days where we don’t even break 70 degrees. 

The other day, I put on a pair of leggings, blouse and sweater and started out the door. But before I got to the garden gate I realized I was terribly overdressed for the weather. So I went back, picked out a pair of capris and left the sweater behind. The next day I wore the capris again, but with the polka dot  blouse seen in the picture above. The leggings and the sweater stayed on the hooks. That night I hung the polka dot shirt on one of the hooks to wear again later. 

This morning I…I have no excuse. I don’t know what I was thinking. After my morning shower I grabbed the clothes on the hooks and put them all on without thinking; obviously without looking at them either. Not only did I put those clothes on and putter around the house, I walked out the gate and paraded all around town in them too. Umm, hummm…for four and a half miles. On coming home, my camera snapped the picture above. I am mortified! Have I become a plumped out version of Maxine? Am I the cranky old cat lady now?

Yep, that card fell right out of my hands. It’s pretty much gone forever…

The Fullness of Time

I have sat for a day or so thinking about what to say. My family is inclined to gallows humor during times of sadness and stress. My first inclinations of what to say during times like this lean toward this kind of wit,  and as such are usually inappropriate. I have to watch my tongue. I am truly saddened by the passing of the Queen, and have great sympathy for her family who must now grieve in public. Snark and wit seem out of place and offensive. I do send my condolences to her family and subjects. I will miss her Christmas addresses. It has become a happy tradition for me that I really enjoyed. It was like getting a Christmas card from her every year. I can think of nothing with which to replace this custom. I will miss it, and her.

I do have a bit of a quandary though. Two of my ancestors signed the death warrant for King Charles I. They came to America and helped to found the city of New Haven, Connecticut while running from the wrath of King Charles II. Should I be concerned about King Charles III? I do hope not. 

Closer to home, it was my birthday. I turned the silver age of sixty-five. I am officially a senior citizen. I. Get. Discounts! My niece and my sister both have birthdays coming up too. But none of us has any money. Who does these days? Instead of piling a lot of debt on credit cards, we decided to have a joint celebration. We went to see a local impersonation group perform at a street festival. We even splurged and got milkshakes at the Dairy Freeze. It was a lot of fun, and nobody had to blow spit on a cake. 

And a bit of happy news for me; a wonderful new business is opening up in the new artsy fartsy “South of Main” area they are trying to create downtown. I am thrilled that they were planning an artsy fartsy area of town. I had no idea, but it is so needed. And I need an outlet to sell my merch… Seriously, this is what I have been wishing for. I hope that we will soon get more of the same. It will be nice to have more than tattoo parlors and nail salons to shop at. It may be a tough economy to open in. But I do hope it works out for them, and me. 

I’ll end this post here and get to bed. That is if I can convince Pippy that she has to share…