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.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Must, should, AAARRRRGGGH,,,
It is a sunny but still cool day here in halcyon Northern (drought-ridden) California. I have had my semi-weekly very short shower, after all, at my age, all I really need to do is swipe the dust out of the cracks and folds every so often, anyway. What to do today? Maybe the same thing I did yesterday - nothing. Oh, I hit Trader Joe's for necessities like yoghurt and flowers, and I did most of a meeting. My head hurt. I went home. I think a good thing to do would be hit the hardware store for some masks to shut out the dreaded pollen and weedwhack my yard of shame. The neighbors would be ever so happy. Or I could curl up in the living room and stare at the vacuum cleaner that is still sitting there waiting for the Resolved carpet to dry. Do you think 28 hours is long enough? Okay, not very productive at the moment. There are a couple of paintings waiting for attention, too. Oh, well. It will all get done. Some day.