by Jenny Joseph
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Taken from the book
When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Editd by Sandra Martz
Papier Mache Press--Watsonville, California 1987
I have been feeling better emotionally and have a job interview today for a seasonal sales clerk in a department store. It might be a good way to see if I like extra hours and it's just little pay, so if I quit, isn't a big deal.
My great nephew was crossing a busy street on his bicycle when a car came and honked. Caleb got scared and jumped the curb hitting a tree. Apparently he was using his head as a brake. He fractured the front of his skull by his forehead and eyes, then bounced off and fractured the base of his skull. He has headaches. He is in stable condition and is eating now! They are moving him in Children's to Neurology. He is on the mend. Praise God!
Not ready for Thanksgiving or Christmas! How about you?