In the “oops!” category: During my big furry encounter in the last post, the dog walker was shouting a warning, as in “watch it! watch it!”. My mind being on domestic duties, I was hearing “wash it! wash it!” Mishearing seems to be one of my biggest hobbies of late. Well, at least it’s less painful than breaking toes………….
In trying to avoid thinking about the situation in today’s world, of course I find it invading my every thought. It doesn’t get me very far, as I have no answers. My sister-in-law and I were discussing this very thing the other day. She is one of my favorite people and my rock in difficult times. Together we came to the conclusion that true maturity arrives when you realize you don’t know a damn thing, and can offer no solutions. It’s the height of irony, since once upon a time we were brilliant young folks with crystal clear logic and vast knowledge. Now all we do is suffer from DKS, which is a polite way of saying “Don’t Know Shit”. So when we get together we drink numerous cups of tea and shrug our shoulders a lot. Welcome to life in your fifties, ladies!