Friday, December 18, 2015
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
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.
- Jenny Joseph
Another birthday is imminent and, unlike last year when I had a rude shock of an annual physical which set me thinking about mortality and the fragility of life, this year I feel ... hopeful. I feel a little more in control of my destiny. I'm not actually *exercising* the control as well as I should, but I'm trying, and will keep striving to do better this coming year.
Someone sent me this poem when I turned 40. That was over a decade ago, and too early for me to properly relate to it. But now I'm ready. I think this year I'll find myself a red hat!