Glorious day outside and I have just clocked up another year. Chillside sent me a Fat Lady which is a reminder to practice being as abandoned as the portrayed lady until I too can dance around in my birthday suit.
Maybe not. It might scare the horses.
The Lost Book turned up which was an excellent start to the day, and a chap came back to buy a book he'd looked at yesterday, "The Gay Gordons' ( written before 'gay' changed its connotation) and a thin lady bought a book of Feng Shui. Quite a remarkable sale that last one. Feng Shui has gone out of fashion the way so many of these regurgitated eastern disciplines do once they have been over-exposed and turned into air-head coffee-table books.
Lots of day left. Lots of time left. ?
Getting older is supposed to make one more mellow and that is seen as a Good Thing. I was talking to a customer of about my age who was mourning this mellowing process. She remembers a certain Jungian analyst and workshop-giver who she used to admire for her edginess and challenge. The last time she met the woman she had mellowed - grown less invigorating, less interesting - grown old.
I was telling a friend recently that I am content with my life and rather surprised to find myself so. Perhaps I should try waking myself up and rethinking that position. Rage a bit.
Ach no. Takes too much energy.
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