I've come to the realization that my life is boring. The highlight of my evenings is the completion of a row of stitching in my latest cross stitch project. I haven't been to a movie in years. I haven't been to a dance in years. I dread leaving the house when I get home from work. I'm just worn out.
Enjoyed the Mother's Day weekend. I took Larry's parents, my kids and their significant others to dinner. We ate entirely too much. I enjoyed their company. Even my mother in law's....that has never really happened before. I must be getting old. There was a table of ladies behind us that all came in with plastic rhinestone tiaras bedecked with feathers. Perhaps they were novices in the red hat society, I don't know. It looked like fun and I was dying to go talk to them. But I didn't go.
I have a poem on my the bulletin board at my desk. It is the one made famous by the red hat society.... "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...."
That's my ambition..to learn to like brandy.
Grace took photos of herself and Josh, and of Paul and Laura. She printed them off on Larry's spiffy new printer. They are now on my bookshelf in my NEW OFFICE. I should get excited about decorating or hanging photos and certificates. I am waiting for Larry to frame my degree. I have asked him many many times. I suspect he doesn't know where the degree is and is stalling until he finds it.
Enough moaning....perhaps boring is the new fun.
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