The Cat Lady

I'm in serious trouble here.  I caught myself talking to my cat.  I mean I was having a serious heart-to-heart with him and I think he even had an opinion.  When I'm seventy-something am I going to be one of those gals who everyone knows as the cat lady??  You know, as in, "Hey, look, there's the Cat Lady."  I need a man.  A two-legged homo erectus kind of man [pun intended].  Actually-and gratefully-I have one.  An amazing one.  Two-legged and...well, never mind.  But he's been away on business this week, and since I'm now working from home, my contact with hairball-less human types is sorely lacking.   I need to take a class or something to get me out of the house and away from myself.  And the cat.  We're starting to look alike.

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When I Am An Old Woman I Shall.....

Halt! Stop! Arrêt! [every woman should know a few choice french words!]

When I am an old woman.  Forget it, when is NOW.   What if I don't live to be an old woman?  Do I want to miss out on the joy of buying satin sandals??  I want to gobble up samples in shops [like Costco, midday on Saturdays] and press alarm bells [definitely not at Costco] while I can.  I want to wear purple with a red hat before I'm too old to know it's not a great look.  I refuse to let some old outdated code of behaviour tell me how a woman 'my age' is supposed to act.  I will routinely walk barefoot [when I'm not wearing my satin sandals], I will eat dessert for dinner if it pleases me, and I will continue to paint my toenails grass green during Spring.  I didn't get to forty-eight playing by ALL the rules and I've no intention of holding back now.  Life might be long, or it might not.  All I know is that I'm here now- willing, able, and ready to see it through, fully engaged and alive.

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