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Weekly Reflections: A Slice of Life Post



Hello everyone, I hope all is well with you. I’m back today with another Slice of Life Post. My boys and I are enjoying our mid-winter break. We have two days off of school, so I’ve gotten a lot of writing done but housework…not so much. 🙂

Yes. I’ve been feeding my addiction. I’ve been writing. What else can I do during these rough winter months when I can’t get outside?

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I did meet a friend for lunch over the weekend, though. Someone I went to high school with. We weren’t close in high school, but we connected on Facebook and found that we lived close by. Isn’t social media wonderful that way? I’ve been in touch with people I haven’t spoken to in years. It’s so interesting to see the different paths everyone has taken.

I miss those friendships from my school days. We had so much fun. I don’t think women are close like that in adulthood. We get married, and we devote all of our time to our families. I do believe you can have those close friendships in old age, though.

I see my Great Aunt Josie in her retirement home and she’s as spunky as ever. I want to be like her. She’s so full of spirit. She was close to my grandmother, and I love to hear tales of them growing up. She has friends she gets together with in their community room. I love the fact she has companions. I’m so thankful she’s not lonely.

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When I think of my Aunt Josie. I think of this awesome poem. My grandmother gave it to me in a frame one Christmas, and I’ve kept it ever since. Here it is:

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 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…

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 will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I should 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.

Author: Jenny Joseph

          This is what I want to be like in my old age. How about you? Have you ever thought about it? What do you want to be like when you’re old? And what is the definition of old these days?

Let me know what you think. I’d love to hear from you!

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I'm a Young Adult Author with two new series, "The Starlight Chronicles" and "The Super Spies." The first one's a coming of age series and the second one's a mystery/thriller series. I'm also the mother of two boys who keep me hopping and they're my inspiration for everything. When I'm not shuttling my boys to school or a play date, I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading, hiking, or sometimes running. I love anything chocolate and scary movies too.

16 thoughts on “Weekly Reflections: A Slice of Life Post

  1. You are on the right track creatively spending time with the old and the young and appreciating wisdom no matter what the age. As I age I want to be Grandmom Moses ….

    1. There you go, Fran! In the poem she says she should wear a little purple now so people won’t be too shocked by her behavior. I think that’s a great idea and you’re right, age is a state of mind! Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Old is just number to me. I never think much about it except when the creeks and pains make me think of years passing on. Sitting with my friends talking about age is a funny experience. This poem reminds me of lady pals enjoying a cup of tea and memories. Thanks for that Lisa, visiting my post, and adding you to my PLN.

    1. Thanks for stopping by Cvarsalona! I had the same feeling when I read this poem! Isn’t it funny the images words can provoke? I look forward to these Slice of Life Posts every Tuesday!

  3. I have big plans for my retirement. They include going to a lot of art museums, doing walking tours, and reading. I hope to have the means to travel too. But if not, just living in a wonderful, walkable city, like Manhattan or Washington will suit me just fine.

    1. Sounds like an awesome plan Stacey! We want to live on the water somewhere and I want hiking trails nearby and lots and lots of books! I can’t wait to spend my days reading and writing with no other demands! 🙂 I can’t wait! Although, I’m enjoying my boys immensely, too!

  4. What a great poem – it has so much spunk which many people don’t seem to have when they grow old. My favorite line – to learn to spit! I laughed out loud on that one.

    1. I know what you mean Leigh Anne! When I first saw that line, I laughed,too! I can’t imagine my grandmother spitting, but I can see she her having that kind of spunk when us grandkids weren’t around. Especially, when she was with my Aunt Josie! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

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