A meme

Okay, this is a fad, but it was an easy way to construct a post.

I found this meme at The Other Side of Sixty, a blog I enjoy.  

 

I tried to get Jerry to do this one, but he said it was silly, even though he wanted me to go through all the possibilities. When it got to I should he said, “I should go to bed.”  I read him what I wrote and he said, “Well, that sounds like you.”  So here it is:

 

I am an old woman who was once a child, then a young woman.  I am small and smart and I still look pretty good for my age.

 

I want to stay healthy and to use my time wisely.  I want to go to New Zealand as often as possible.

 

I have a really nice house and 5 acres of woods on an island.  I have another house in Alaska.  I have furniture that belonged to my mother, my father, my aunt, my uncle, and my grandmother.  I have some stuff I got myself when I was young.  I don’t buy many things these days, because I already have so much.

 

I wish to keep some of what I have and to give away some, so as to simplify life.

 

I fear death; the death of those I love, and finally my own.

 

I search for objects I have just put down, and for things I put away years ago.

 

I wonder whether writing a blog is a sensible use of time.  I wonder why people hurt each other.  I wonder how long the economic downturn will last.  I don’t wonder about cosmic events or religion or anything supernatural, but  I wonder why people believe those things, and what they mean by “spirituality.”

 

I regret that I have lost track of many of the friends of my youth.  I regret that I didn’t do more to attend my aging parents and aunt.  There are other things I regret, but they are too painful to think about. 

 

I love Jerry.  I love my children.  I love some of my cousins.  I love my dogs and my cat.  I sort of love my sister.  I love opera and theater and painting and printmaking and drawing and I love words and I sort of love writing.  I love designing houses and building.  I love growing flowers.  I love sex.  I love cooking.  I love a glass of wine (if it’s reasonably good.)

 

I always listen to the news on the radio.  I always read the New York Times when I travel. I always vote.  I always stroke cats when they let me, and if they don’t I talk to them.

 

I usually read to Jerry at bedtime.

   

I am not religious.  I am not as thin as I would like to be, but most people think I am not fat.  I am not depressed.  I am not interested in pop culture or football or any team sport. 

 

I dance occasionally with Jerry in the kitchen.

 

I sing occasionally when I am sure I am alone.

 

I never am unkind to an animal.  I never eat turnips. I never have manicures or facials.  I never wear high heels though I used to when I was young.  I never take illegal drugs, though I smoked marijuana on 2 occasions when I was younger.  I never drink sports drinks.

 

I rarely tell lies.  I rarely yell at another person.  I rarely go to shopping malls. I rarely use make-up.

 

I cry at the drop of a hat.  I can’t even read something sentimental without tearing up.

 

I know a lot less than I used to.  I used to know a lot of science and biology, and a lot about art and some about literature.  I have forgotten so much.  But I still know a good deal about life.  I know a lot about men.

 

I need to get exercise and rest every day, otherwise I don’t feel good.  I need some new underwear and socks.

 

I should stop doing this.  I should paint the wall on the stairs.