This senior citizen (walking with white hair? THAT senior citizen!) unhesitatingly, vigorously, GLEEFULLY, claimed the calming, indeed restorative power of poetry this morning after spending the past 24 hours seeking at least temporary solutions for one of the many (many, many, many) local fellow citizens who cannot resist the urge to TELL ME ALL THE GORY DETAILS (completely unsolicited!). Coupled with my sometimes-unwelcome “gift” in discernment, this proved yesterday to be emotionally fatiguing. So this a.m., I walked around waking up with java and four-legged ones like this:
“Yada, yada, yada, Tweedle-Dee-Dee and Tweedle Dee Dum knocked me off the wall:
I splatted all over and spilled by XXX rated guts.
Twinkle, twinkle little star, guess what I made by ex-do last night in the moonlight?
Are you still listening, still there….hello? hello? Oh, shoot, I’m going to cry”, said digitized voice way too early.
“Oh, really, oh no, oh my goodness gracious–Oh no, no, no, no, NO!
How awful for you, yes I’m listening, I said, yes, yes, YES!
Are you really sure you want to tell me this, yes this, this, this, THAT!
Oh, I have another call coming in, I MUST take it, so sorry, sorr-urr-reeeeee, clickety clack”, said my yesterday-growing-older-quickly self.
SEE WHY I FEEL MUCH BETTER NOW? I am more than ready to be an outrageous, improper senior citizen again.
Why? Because I actually do care, actually came up with 4 useful/somewhat successful manuevers about yesterday a.m. phone call, and actually am newly energized.
See the power of aged wisdom?
granbee 