When I am old.

I have warned you in the past how I shall be when I am old.

I will most definitely be outrageous, difficult and undignified but not until I am old.

“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.”

(From ‘Warning’ by Jenny Joseph, English Author and Poet.1932-2018)

Cross Old Woman

Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I looked in the mirror and saw this Old Woman looking out at me.   I just had to share this other poem with you.  I don’t know who wrote it or where it’s from but it just says how I felt earlier today.

A very weird thing has happened.
I have no idea who she is, where she came from, or how she got in.
I certainly didn’t invite her
All I know is that one day she wasn’t here and the next day she was.
She’s very clever. She manages to keep out of sight for the most part;
but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her there;
and when I look into a mirror directly to check
my appearance, suddenly she’s hogging the whole thing,
completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body.
It’s very disconcerting.
I’ve tried screaming at her to leave but she just screams back, grimacing horribly.
She’s really rather frightening.
If she’s going to hang around, the least she could do is offer to pay rent.
But no. Every once in a while I do find a couple of dollar bills on the kitchen counter,
or some loose change on my bureau or on the floor, but that certainly isn’t enough
In fact, though I don’t like to jump to conclusions, I think she steals
money from me regularly. I go to the ATM and withdraw a hundred dollars, and a few days later, it’s gone.
I certainly don’t go through it that fast, so I can only conclude that
the old lady pilfers it.

You’d think she’d spend some of it on wrinkle cream.
God knows, she needs it.
And the money isn’t the only thing she’s taking.
Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate.
Especially the good stuff–ice cream, cookies, candy–
I just can’t keep them in the house. She really has a sweet tooth.
She should watch it; she’s really putting on the pounds.
I think she realizes that, and to make herself feel better,
I know she is tampering with my scale so I’ll think that I’m gaining weight, too.
For an old lady, she’s really quite childish.
She also gets into my closets when I’m not home and alters all my clothes. They’re getting tighter and tighter every day.

Another thing:
I wish she’d stop messing with my files and the papers on my desk. I can’t find a thing any more. This is particularly hard to deal with because I’m extremely neat and organized, but she manages to jumble everything up so nothing is where it’s supposed to be.

Furthermore, when I program my VCR to tape something important, she fiddles with it after I leave the room so it records the wrong channel or shuts off completely.
She finds innumerable, imaginative ways to irritate me.
She gets to my newspapers, magazines, and mail before me– and blurs all the print;
and she’s done something sinister with the volume controls on my TV, radio, and phone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers.

She’s also made my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier, all my knobs and faucets hard to turn, and my bed higher and it’s a real challenge to climb into and out of.
Furthermore, she gets to my groceries as soon as I shelve them and applies super glue to the tops of every jar and bottle so they’re just about impossible to open.
Is this any way to repay my hospitality?

I don’t even get any respite at night.
More than once, her snoring has awakened me.
I don’t know why she can’t do something about that. It’s very unattractive.

As if all this isn’t bad enough, she is no longer confining her malevolence to the house. She’s now found a way to sneak into my car with me and follows me wherever I go.
I see her reflection in store windows as I pass. and she’s taken all the fun out of clothes shopping, because her penchant for monopolizing mirrors has extended to dressing rooms.
When I try something on, she dons and identical outfit- which looks ridiculous on her– and then stands directly in front of me so I can’t see how great it looks on me!

I thought she couldn’t get any meaner than that, but yesterday she proved me wrong. She had the nerve to come with me when I went to have some passport pictures taken, and actually stepped in front of the camera just as the shutter clicked.
Disaster! I have never seen such a horrible picture.
How can I go abroad now? No customs official is ever going to believe that crone scowling from my passport is me.

She’s walking on very thin ice.
If she keeps this up, I swear, I’ll put her in a home.
On second thought, I shouldn’t be too hasty.
First, I think I’ll check with the IRD and see if
I can claim her as a dependent.

Note – I was acting on the misunderstanding that this piece was anonymous and therefore could be republished. Thanks to a reader, this misunderstanding was pointed out to me and I am happy to give the credit to Rose M Mula. i have written to Ms Mula apologising for my mistake.

Granny on computer

(sigh….. bet that strange old lady is on “her” puter too!) What’s a body to do??????

JB May 23, 2022

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Yeah I make mistakes and damn proud of it….sort of

I often joke saying my mistakes are my main form of entertainment. And that is probably truer than it should be.

Sometimes the very thought might provide amusement, groans, and sometimes they are they to have them CSI’d from one aspect or another.

Of course I don’t think about all of them at the same time. There may even be some I have forgotten.

Some are suitable to be pulled out for entertaining others and some are dark enough, well…

It’s a funny thing that I don’t think of my accomplishments in the same way, or very often for that matter. I guess that’s because self-congratulation is not viewed favourably and somehow does not have the ‘ouch’ factor that humour frequently requires.

I find quotes about mistakes and failures to be a little smug partly because I am not sure they are 100% true. But they do hold some truth

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” George Bernard Shaw

This from a post at middleme.net

The above about blaming others I lifted from a blog I follow, middleme.net, and it struck a chord.

Okay I must take back my first statement, it isn’t my main form of entertainment but when I think on things, the silly things I do chuckle.

I read something recently that regret is a wasted emotion and we should avoid it. My question is can we? should we?

What do you think about such things?

So here at North of 43 I am left wondering.

Chris G April 7th ’22 in a wondering pose