Today is rainy, dark and dismal. It will get colder tonight and by tomorrow night will be in the 30’s. Mother Nature’s weather this time of year seems confused about its identity. Is it fall or is it beginning of winter? 60˚ will be back by Wednesday.
My short sleeve shirts are in the bin, my sandals are in the back of the closet, the movie projector and screen will be put in the cellar and the deck will be closed on Monday. I’m wearing my slippers and a sweat shirt. It is the start of winter mode. I always feel sad to pack summer away.
I have some errands today so I am glad for the rain. It keeps people home.
Last night I had 18 trick or treaters, a big number for me. Most were little kids, but a couple were high school age. I didn’t care. They got candy anyway. My large size Necco Wafers were a hit. Kids were yelling to their parents waiting on the street about the size of the candy. My neighbors across the street turned out their light at six. Mine went out at 7:30.
For the most part I don’t mind growing old. The grey hairs are a badge of honor. The wrinkles aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be by now; however, I do worry about one thing: the old lady temperament. I am already impatient enough without adding old lady to the mix. What if I start scowling for no reason? Will I get pushy? I think old people believe they are entitled simply because of longevity. The whole aisle in the store is theirs. To ask nicely to pass by merits a tsk or two or even a look. I don’t mind growing old. I just mind being old.
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