There is a long mirror in the hall way. I pass it on my way to the front door. Every time I do a strange woman looks out at me. An old woman, lines on her face, overweight, tired looking. Cann't understand it. The mirror came from my mother's house. Not her but there are some simularities. The small figure the curves, something about the eyes.I don't believe in ghosts. Mother died 6 years ago.
Perhaps its a parallel universe someone who looks the way I would look if I were old. A scary thought. Trinny and Susannah were horrified when they imagined themselves as old women. Me ! I'm in my prime, I know what day it is, Sunday. who the Prime Minister is Gordon Brown. [Ah the Credit Crunch ] I'm on line with the message. I read my e-mails, mostly from Amazon and Tom, Dick and Harry wanting to sell me cheap prescription drugs. What do they know ? I get my prescriptions free. I can talk the talk, walk the walk, as long as its not uphill.
So much to do. 2 Grown up sons neither fully independent. The empty nest, chance would be a fine thing. I'm still waiting for my work to be broadcast on radio 4. Its all been such a rush, what was I doing as the years sped by. But best get on must catch the bus into town, multi-tasking don't ya know.
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- 2009-06-29 @ 16:37:46
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- 2009-06-29 @ 18:39:10
Hi Pauline this is very expressive. Each day seems to flash by quicker and quicker.
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- 2009-06-30 @ 18:49:09
I never really liked my face until lately. The lines and crepy eyelids cause me to peer closer! Is that me? My mother looks out from my face as does my beloved 'nan' too. How nice, I carry them with me to share my life.
On the other hand, yes it is my face after a very long journey all over the world! I have come home to myself and here, there is peace. May it remain, as I wish same for you, Elizabeth and for dear Pauline.-
- 2009-07-01 @ 20:02:33
Thank you Charlotte. I too feel at peace with myself now I dare to be myself. Do you
Know a poem about growing old disgracefully and wearing purple? I'll try to find it.
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- 2009-07-01 @ 20:31:03
Oh, Liz, I know that one well, thank you, it is a good one. My mother sent me that poem about ten years ago because she said that was just how she felt.
I hope you are enjoying your day? It is only 2:26 pm over here in Texas. You must be enjoying the evening now for it is 6 hours later, 8:27 - 1 minute just went by!
I hope the sun is still shining for you. Others were afraid the rain would come instead. English weather!
We are still baking over here. Can't go out, get weak immediately. Air is heavy and temp is 108F in the open sunshine areas. Sometimes, it is even worse when the refineries around this area pump out their wastes!
There is always something to ruin Paradise!
paulinemom

There is a mirror by the front door that passes images akin to many...Another in the bathroom showing a 'nymph' with long flowing hair so white that when the sun catches it the strands of silver gleam to give an aura, a halo of mystery. But there is not a trace of silver when she looks....just pure white hair, so white it could be snow, pure untrodden virgin snow on the ground.
The eyes....they look sad...lonely even. They mirror the thoughts of days gone by. The good times of youth, the times of children, family. Did this women ever know happiness?
She looks to the mirrow and adjusts the few strands that have strayed from a 'band' in her hair...her phone rings...her daughter...she smiles. he has been remembered for today..But what for tomorrow?