I'm up to my old self, again; bitching about circumstances I have no right to bitch about, and then feeling guilty. If all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players, what is my role? Cranky old dame? Normal for 90? Or just aching for a spell of lovely weather?
That's it! I am aching for a lovely, breezy, 75 degree afternoon with the chance to veg-out on the deck with a wonderful book. (The last wonderful book I read was the Imperectionists. It was so good I read it twice.)
That breezy afternoon ain't gonna' happen. I faithfully watch our TV weatherman, who looks to be about 19 years old, and I am so unamused at his boyish enthusiasms that I pay scant attention, primarily because he loves to talk about rain; chances of, possible storms, or pop-up showers, even SEVERE weather, (run to the basement) . Ha.
I am more than aware that parts of the country have had devestating storms and floods. I support the Red Cross when they ask for help. Here we are: back to cranky 90.
Yesterday was nice, mid-morning, so I was wheel chaired out to the front driveway, in my pink nightgown and looked at my newly weeded (?) front yard. Outside, in my nightgown! This is what I have come to? Phyllis Harmon Greene, who was known to wear gloves and hose and even an occasional St. John.
I don't think I appreciated 80 enough.
That's it! I am aching for a lovely, breezy, 75 degree afternoon with the chance to veg-out on the deck with a wonderful book. (The last wonderful book I read was the Imperectionists. It was so good I read it twice.)
That breezy afternoon ain't gonna' happen. I faithfully watch our TV weatherman, who looks to be about 19 years old, and I am so unamused at his boyish enthusiasms that I pay scant attention, primarily because he loves to talk about rain; chances of, possible storms, or pop-up showers, even SEVERE weather, (run to the basement) . Ha.
I am more than aware that parts of the country have had devestating storms and floods. I support the Red Cross when they ask for help. Here we are: back to cranky 90.
Yesterday was nice, mid-morning, so I was wheel chaired out to the front driveway, in my pink nightgown and looked at my newly weeded (?) front yard. Outside, in my nightgown! This is what I have come to? Phyllis Harmon Greene, who was known to wear gloves and hose and even an occasional St. John.
I don't think I appreciated 80 enough.
What a happy treat to find this delightful post! You may well be cranky, but I'm just delighted that you felt up to writing! I've missed your musings, and once again want to thank you for sharing them. You're still "you", no matter how you may feel or look at any given moment, and that's a good thing. :-)
ReplyDeletewede, my hero!!! SOOOO great to read your words again!! love the cranky sentiments--you're allowed by golly...you're 90!!! oxoxxoox
ReplyDeleteI love the image of you in your nightgown surveying you'd neighborhood. We should all have moments of hats , gloves, an occasional St. john's and rebelling in our homes in our nightgowns.
ReplyDeleteHi Phyllis! Nice to read you, I saw the BBC video ...
ReplyDeleteI hate air-conditioning too - I live in Canada, it's so cold here most of the year, yet at the first sign of the sun everyone just cranks the air-con to full blast. I obviously live in the wrong country :)
Best wishes to you, you are an inspiration
That last comment is one to make everyone stop in their tracks and thank god for today.
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