At Least They're Committed

Should I be so unfortunate to reach old age (say, 75 or older), I would like to think of this weekend as practice. In my geriatric days, I’ll have relinquished my driver’s license (my eyes already suck) and will be completely alone save for a random visit from my children or a meeting with a friend.

Already, @bugaboo23 and DS have moved out and on this particular holiday weekend DS and D are on their way to D’s high school reunion in Farmington, N.M. I’ll be humanless and carless for days and days. What an interesting adventure this will be. I have no way to get to and from the bus stop except to walk (it’s 3+ miles). The fridge has a few veggies, hamburger and eggs to keep me going. Most certainly I’ll be stopping on my way home for a bottle of celebratory wine! I’ll bring the pups in and read more of ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’ (yup, still not that into it yet) as the canines curl around my feet. I’ll probably talk to them like they’re human! It’ll be just like being old! Maybe I’ll forget to shower the next couple days and find green stuff growing beneath my toenails and skip cleaning the bathroom and get a tight, curly perm and . . . 

. . . have I mentioned I consider the possibility of reaching old age unfortunate?  

All right. Here’s the truth of Tripping Raul on her own: Loud music, black lips, teased hair, jogs to the store, facials, warm baths and candle light. I don’t grow old. My real last name, after all, is Gray. Think about it.