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Not to mention Happy Read a Book in the Bath Day. Consider them well celebrated. Greek Styled pizza and mystery, fun. I also had lunch with L and had Bob Evans's new triple chocolate hot chocolate. SO good, so many calories, so much sugar.


We got NO snow. Hell there wasn't even any ice. I don't know how all the water soaked into the ground but it did from the rain (still raining in my office). Mom and Dad got just enough snow that they couldn't make it to my cousin's funeral today.


We got the potential new professors down to 4 to skype so there's that.

I've turned in my flash fic. I'll let you know when it goes up on my friend's blog.

So boring day otherwise let me tackle this.



#2 Things to do over. My whole life? Okay I would definitely rethink not having kids. A decade ago I would never have said that. I remember my elderly single patients who loved their freedom but regretted not having kids. I said that would never be me. Surprise. I was so wrong.

I might not go to med school if I had to do it all over. Okay maybe i would but I would have been more aggressive about it, maybe have retried Temple like they told me to. Even if I did go, I would definitely get insurance on my hands even if I had to make it my parent's gift to me for birthday and christmas every year until I got on my feet. I wouldn't have listened to the lawyer who said go back to school now, they have to pay you (no, they didn't) to go. I would have started research as soon as I got my teaching job. Yeah I would redo so many things.


#9 The Kind of Old Person I want to be. Come on, I'm already half way to being here. And has there ever been a better poem about aging than this?

Warning
by Jenny Joseph
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.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


I want to be my Grandma Santy and my Aunt Elizabeth. Grandma lived to be nearly 100 and lived independently until her mid 90s. She traveled and gambled and cooked. Aunt Elizabeth is in Coco Beach, late 90s and until recently traveled the world as an old woman. She still swims every day. I want to travel and write and gamble and garden and cook. I want to be the oldest person at the comi-con. In Cos-play! I want to hoist my sagging to my knees boobs up in a corset and go to the Renn fest. I'll regret not having grandkids to spoil.

I am hoping this comes true. As a diabetic of many years, I know mostly I'm lucky to escape not being blind, legless and on dialysis. So everyone wish I get to be the old woman I want to be!