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Friday, 14 March 2008

The younger generation are catching up

Eleven degrees at 8am with patchy sunshine. It's magnolia time, and I feel that 'P' word coming on again...

Today I received an email from one of my oldest friends, who lives in the glorious Wiltshire countryside not far from Bath in the UK. He let drop that the eldest of his nephews and nieces are now 30. When I'd picked myself up from the floor, comforted the cat who was terrified by my strangled gurgles of disbelief and was finally sipping at an emergency cup of tea, I started to think over my options. They seem to me to be three-fold. Either, I:

a.) enter a phase of the most profound denial, expunge all memory of former times in Wiltshire from my mind and never engage in such dangerous email banter with old friends again; or

b.) have a fully-blown mid-life crisis including buying lots of very expensive, very unsuitable clothes, flirting with young men on the bus and dyeing my hair Goth black to get rid of the grey ; or

c.) go plant some lettuces.

Where's me trowel?

5 comments:

Liara Covert said...

Alongside the trowel option, you can always evolve to convince yourself that;

a) you're actually getting older rather than younger
b) aging means gaining valuable wisdom
c) aging is a human delusion
d) numbers are irrelevant in light of how you feel inside

Louise said...

I like the idea of evolving, but then I'd lose an opportunity to try to make you laugh...:-) L

Gypsy at Heart said...

I know exactly what you mean. I'd also like to see you with your hair dyed goth black.

Liara Covert said...

Laughter is certainly one of life's best medicines. To grow to laugh at ourselves encourages an incredible lightness of being. I would highly reccommmend it.

Louise said...

Me too, that's why I like keeping chickens - they make me laugh. Thank-you for your visits Liara, and your thoughts. Come back soon. L

Friday, 14 March 2008

The younger generation are catching up

Eleven degrees at 8am with patchy sunshine. It's magnolia time, and I feel that 'P' word coming on again...

Today I received an email from one of my oldest friends, who lives in the glorious Wiltshire countryside not far from Bath in the UK. He let drop that the eldest of his nephews and nieces are now 30. When I'd picked myself up from the floor, comforted the cat who was terrified by my strangled gurgles of disbelief and was finally sipping at an emergency cup of tea, I started to think over my options. They seem to me to be three-fold. Either, I:

a.) enter a phase of the most profound denial, expunge all memory of former times in Wiltshire from my mind and never engage in such dangerous email banter with old friends again; or

b.) have a fully-blown mid-life crisis including buying lots of very expensive, very unsuitable clothes, flirting with young men on the bus and dyeing my hair Goth black to get rid of the grey ; or

c.) go plant some lettuces.

Where's me trowel?

5 comments:

Liara Covert said...

Alongside the trowel option, you can always evolve to convince yourself that;

a) you're actually getting older rather than younger
b) aging means gaining valuable wisdom
c) aging is a human delusion
d) numbers are irrelevant in light of how you feel inside

Louise said...

I like the idea of evolving, but then I'd lose an opportunity to try to make you laugh...:-) L

Gypsy at Heart said...

I know exactly what you mean. I'd also like to see you with your hair dyed goth black.

Liara Covert said...

Laughter is certainly one of life's best medicines. To grow to laugh at ourselves encourages an incredible lightness of being. I would highly reccommmend it.

Louise said...

Me too, that's why I like keeping chickens - they make me laugh. Thank-you for your visits Liara, and your thoughts. Come back soon. L