smile like you mean it

so I'm sitting here, stoned, a little cold and with the foreskin of an egg plastered to my face.

I ponder how this all came to be.

I've been lonely as an angry middle finger all week, except for the felines. both roommates flew off to the film festival in morelia. I was supposed to go with them, but I have to say I was glad to have a pretext to be excused --work--, even if I missed meeting Tommy Lee Jones. ohwell, I guess I'll have to meet him next time I swing by sundance.

again I caught people giving me weird looks at the supermarket, and then I realized I was very seriously admonishing the lettuce I was about to put in my basket. I'm becoming That Weirdo Next Door, but at least they are benign to me and they let their children come and chase my bubbles.
they think I'm crazy because I buy bubbles in the park and I don't have children.

it's not that, it's that I turned seventy and now I've become like the neighborhood's granny. I even feel like making cookies and pastries now, and mind that I've never made a cookie in my life.

the eggskin is because I have a zit, and someone warmly recommended it. from all the aforementioned chocolates that I've been consuming, like a good nana. not to mention the endless pots of tea and all the kitty-loving.

I'm really quite happy. even if everyone else thinks I'm insane.



the teapot is from pauline lawson's Darling Pass the Darjeeling.

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