I am not yet old enough to be eccentric, but I am just the right age to be cranky. I not only don't remember why I went into a room, I don't care anymore. If my memory is not what it used to be, that's not really a problem, since I don't remember what it used to be, right? I don't relish watching my skin wrinkle and sag, but at least I am too poor to afford cosmetic surgery and I won't ever look as bad as those middle-aged celebrities with their eyebrows permanently raised in surprise over the hive of bees that have obviously attacked their puffy, swollen lips. And as I get older and crankier, I find that I like me more, even if others might like me less. |
Hey, every birthday you celebrate, might be a birthday someone else didn't get to. Make the most of it is what I say. |
Happy Thanksgiving to all those who are feasting today. For those not celebrating, I wish a happy day and for those without a feast, I pray for provision and blessings to overtake you. I have placed a frozen turkey in the oven this morning, having been reassured by the internet that it is not only feasible to cook it from frozen, but that it is actually preferable for food safety reasons. I am having faith that this theory will turn out to be true and give me even more cause for thankfulness. |
I've added a new entry to my book, "More Eight Line Poems (March 2021 - ?)" : "The Dangers of Housework" |
I've added a new entry to my book, "More Eight Line Poems (March 2021 - ?)" : "The Writing's on the Wall" |
I've added a new entry to my book, "More Eight Line Poems (March 2021 - ?)" : "A Starry Night on Walden Pond" |