A meme

Birthday Roses from Jerry

Birthday Roses from Jerry

 

 

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.    

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5 Responses to A meme

  1. Jan says:

    I don’t think blogging is a waste of time – for me, anyway, although Beloved might disagree with me. I don’t have a huge circle of friends, but what I have were left 1,200 miles behind when I moved from Texas to Ohio, and blogging is now my primary social outlet.

    Come to think of it, that sounds rather sad, doesn’t it?

    I read your list with great interest. I recall you stating in a previous post that you are not a believer (your “I am not religious” confirms it). I am not either, but I am also afraid of death. I wonder why? It’s not as if we’ll burn in Hell when we go.

    I could ask you tons of other questions that arose from this list, but I’ll spare you. LOL

  2. mary says:

    Blogging is not a waste of time. In fact, if you write to get published agents will search for your blog to see what kind of person you are (scary huh?). The only thing you have to guard against (as a writer) is not letting the blog become the only writing you do.

    Loved the Meme. You have lived and appear to still be living a full life.

  3. Old Woman says:

    Jan, I fear my own death for 2 reasons. First, I have seen death, and I know that even with modern medicine it can be unpleasant for the dying. Second, and perhaps this is more a regret than a fear, I won’t know what’s happening in the world any more. I won’t know what my kids and grandkids are doing. Time will end for me. I love life. I think we are programed by our genes to want to keep living.

    Mary, thanks for stopping by. Since I am not a professional writer, blogging serves more as a social activity. I like the interaction with my new found friends on the web. I do, in fact, think it is a worthwhile thing to do, but sometimes I think I spend too much time at it.

  4. Wynne says:

    Today (avoiding seriously needed housework; it’s dirty enough for seed-starting on the floor) seemed a good day to check out your blog again. Enjoyed it as usual — but maybe we should get together to lunch, living as we do on the same island! A F2F (face to face) meeting, in texting/twitter-speak.

  5. marylou says:

    I was delighted to read your meme, if only to learn more about you…very honest and revealing…I am tempted to copy and paste…except for the parts about specific names of who I love, cats, makeup, and travel destinations…otherwise one might almost think we were kindred spirits…as for the death part…I do not “fear”…I am just sorry that the party/journey/adventure/etc. is going to end some day, for all of us…

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