Odds and Ends from Summer


Awareness of the outside world time. A boyfriend of my youth turned 65 last week. That is legit old. That is retirement age … that is not possible … no way that sweet, young thing is so old … no way this sweet young thing dated anyone who is 65 … I said awareness of time, not acceptance.

The downside of lunch at the barn.
Note to self. Do not wear a red shirt when hosing Milton. The reflections on a wet, gray horse are too disturbing.
When I type, SHOE comes out SHOW, RISING comes out RIDING. Freudian typing.
Milton will not eat his frozen treat if I am holding the cup. He’ll will eat out of the exact same cup if I hand it over to his rider. I’m not taking this personally. Not at all. Not in the slightest. [Horsicles]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

2 thoughts on “Odds and Ends from Summer

  1. Wait till you hit 65. I look in the mirror. I don’t think I look 65. Nor, apparently, do all the people who have come up to me while I lived in Bethesda or Rockville and said, ‘hi, I remember you from junior high’. I’ve aged a bit since then, but still…I can’t be 65. I can not possibly have survived that long.Nothing to do but keep on keeping on.

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