I regularly come up with wonderful (wacky!) ideas. Most of my life I have been unable to convince others of the greatness of the idea and was left to bring it to marvelous fruition in daydreams only. But since finding the FaithWriters’ message board I have not only found willing participants, but as one friend told me, a group that is eagerly waiting to see what fun I will come up with next.
So my ideas of group sci-fi chat books….of a mysterious username who changes identities at an alarming speed…chat parties… They are all a smashing success. [Oh, and speaking of which…check out this cool blog I started--Scribes of Mysteria.]
Yesterday I was listening to a radio advertisement about a retirement community and had a sudden flash forward. Me as an eighty-year-old. I’m sure you can imagine what sorts of things I came up with when I was six. Just think what it’ll be like when I’m eighty!
“Agnes, quick! Grab your walker and come hide behind this tree with me. Let’s jump out at Bert’s great-grandson!”
“Hey, I know! Let’s have a costume party and invite all the grandkids.”
“Let’s make a wheelchair maze!”
“I don’t like strained peas. Let’s revolt!”
Oh yes…I can imagine it. What fun we will have!!!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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We were at a restaurant once and saw a crowd of little old white haired ladies in silly hats with noisemakers and party favors, having a birthday party and laughing a lot.
We'll be like that.
Sounds like fun. I've always maintained that I'm going to grow old with grace, dignity, and humor. (Has anyone read the Sisterchick series by Robin Jones Gunn?)
Hey, let's start a club! It could be called "Young at Heart" or something. Or we could even be more creative: "Still-Hot Mama's" "Old Ladies with Attitudes" "Gray-Haired Gal Pals"...the opportunities (and adventures) are endless.
Whoa...wait. Just struck with an image of a bunch of old-gray headed, wrinkle faced great-grandmas bent over the keybord and straining to see the screen with their bifocals, tapping away in a chat room.
Could that be us one day?
Whoa.
Kaylee, there actually already is a group like that called The Red Hat Society. :-)
Actually, both the name of that society and my title come from a poem speaking of this very thing...something like "When I am old, I will wear purple with a red hat that doesn't match." :-P
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.
. . . And run my stick
along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of
my youth.
etc.
Oh, forgot to say the poem is by Jenny Joseph
Count me in too. That sounds like fun. I'd like a name with the word sisterhood in it. BTW...if you haven't seen it, rent the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
I saw a bumper sticker that said, "I'm still HOT".
It just comes in flashes.
LOL
Hehe...the bumper sticker is great!
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