Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Sunday, June 03, 2012
My loosey goosey life...
Dates that I no longer celebrate: September 14, March 5, August 2 - all old wedding anniversaries; March 18 and Fathers' Day, now that Dad has gone to the big golf course in the sky; November 9 and September 21 - ex-husband's birthdays (first one is dead, you see); May 30, my parent's wedding anniversary (actually, I stopped doing that one long ago, when a very expensive gift I gave got my mother's arrogant ho-hum). There are one or two dates I will always celebrate: June 8, my natal birthday; December 26, my sobriety birthday; and June 2, the day I quit smoking. For the last time, that is. I missed my usual ritual this year as I had a visit from big kiddo and his new gal, so I went off today to SHOP. You see, I save so much $$$ not smoking, over $4,500 a year, I calculated, estimating $5 a pack and 2 1/2 packs a day, it is cheap to buy myself presents on this auspicious date. And not included in that amount is the co-pays for all the doctoring I had to do, like I had pneumonia 5 times, and numerous bouts of respiratory distress. So spending $300 is nothing, right? And actually, I got $100 from my mother for my birthday, so actually, I only spent $200. Yes, very important date to honor. Meanwhile, here is my latest endeavor, still embryonic but coming up so nicely with its bold value contrasts. Loose geese. Just like those ducks I keep trying to get in a row, the ones that constantly run amuck.