I could hear him coming. It was only moments before he would pass me. He sped up, as if he was a car passing me on the highway, then his speed slowed just enough for me to keep pace. I reached a small foot bridge and snapped out of my zone when I heard, “Are you two together?” I looked to my right and there was an older woman patiently awaiting my answer as her small dog pulled tightly on the canvas leash. Her face looked leathery and she was wearing a blue stocking cap that seemed to defy gravity as is sat on the top of her thin brown hair. I smiled at her and said, “Nope”, then continued on my way. I imagined her as the type of old lady who is always eavesdropping on her neighbors and asking her granddaughter if she has met that “special someone” yet.
This made me think, what type of old lady will I become? Will I spend my Saturday afternoons crimping paper and making scrapbooks? Will I spend hours in my garden pruning tomatoes? …and do tomatoes even require prunning…?Will I go on long morning walks with my husband of 30 years? Will I be a divorced bitter old hag who scares the daylight out of the neighborhood kids? Maybe once my career is behind me I will spend my last years traveling the world. I will purchase outrageous pieces of furniture in Italy and have them shipped to my little condo by the ocean. My grandchildren will always have large smiles on their faces when they come to visit, they would know me as the grandma who makes fart jokes and sneaks them candy and gifts. Maybe I will never grow up.
I spent a fair amount of time this weekend becoming acquainted with Sex in the City. I never really watched it much before, but I more than caught up this weekend. I am slightly concerned that I will start writing like Carrie, or rather, start writing like Carrie talks. Overall, I found it very entertaining and a tad bit depressing.
