There’s only so much joy I can wring from Mitt Romney’s so far doomed efforts to portray himself as a compassionate human being.
“Yes I have the Blues again, thank you for asking,” I tell Memphis Earlene and Scarlett. “If you must know I’m confronting mortality.”
Not their problem.
Memphis Earlene, blues avatar, is at least 100 years old and expects to live forever, barring the invention of Universal Happy Dust. Scarlett is a dybbuk, which is one way of dodging the issue. She’s been dead since 1956, but she has a restless spirit and refuses to leave until the party is over.
Time means nothing to them–they live in the world of myth, where time can stand still or move backwards. Sometimes my imagination lets me join them.
Not today. Thanks to global warming there is barely a sign of autumn color on the leaves. Don’t think autumn, think Prolonged Indian Summer. Thanks to major medical advances an American woman who isn’t poor can expect to live long and prosper. But I’m feeling the acceleration of time.
Any minute now I expect to find myself 90 years old, having outlived most of my friends, and with nothing to show for it except childhood memories, like the complete words to the Micky Mouse Club Theme Song and the names of the more significant Mouseketeers.
Don’t laugh. It could happen to you.
God, I love this…! Darleen, yes.
Scary to think how much of the Early Boomer Brain was colonized by Walt Disney productions.
A wee voice shift here. Rose is coming into her own 🙂
Things could be worse. i just got back from Las Vegas (work). You could have some awful reason that forced you to live there. I’d rather see green leaves shrivel up without turning color and that’s a sad prospect, indeed. I am so happy to be home and with a lap-full of warm puppy on a chilly day. Today I wish I had named him Cubby . . . .
Love the ‘Angst-eating’ creature in blue– wish I had one of those! And love the reference to doomed Mitt, who has been worse than my wildest dreams; so all is not lost, Memphis…