My Older Self
Having admitted that I spend inordinate amounts of time at the supermarket, I should also tell you that for some reason while shopping, elderly customers always seem to want to talk to me.
“It’s strange for there not to be doughnuts on a Saturday, is it not?”…harped one white-haired, but beautiful woman recently. I think I suggested she buy a cake instead. Although the doughnut line seemed poetic, somehow.
I can always tell what time of day it is by the increase of older customers in the store: Sunday, church is out…it must be 1:00pm.
Immediately after my encounter with my new friend, I started to wonder what kind of older person I will be. Will I be alone? Will I be kind? Sour, bitter, energetic, valued…? Will I cook? Will I travel…have a dog?
I hope I become like one of those fabulous women who’ve decided to write a novel at 60…get it published and then end up on the (older) Oprah show. I’m thinking I’d like to start a foundation of some kind.
And I do plan to be living in New York or England, and stroll the avenues together with one of my other fabulous older women friends.
And I hope to be kind. With lots of doughnuts.
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3 opinions for My Older Self
Therapy Doc
Aug 29, 2006 at 12:01 pm
Oh my G-d, this particular blogger STARTED blogging so they’d have something to say at my funeral. I could hear it, Doc Freedman, Therapy Doc says, . . .
As my mom would say, We should only live so long.
Start writing that novel. It’ll be a winner.
Linda Freedman
http://everyoneneedstherapy.blogspot.com
Kim
Aug 29, 2006 at 12:21 pm
Hi Linda…thank you for your post…
And I think the title will be “Apples Don’t Fall Far From The Tree”…that’s what my mom would always say.
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