When I grow up...

I used to think that when I was old(er) I wanted to be like some quote I heard and liked back in about 11th grade (Mrs. Polenychko's English class, if memory serves): She was the picture of happiness grown old.

Now I want to be like this when I grow old(er).

I'm am getting better, I think, at caring less and less what people think (As Ani DiFranco says in one of her songs). I want to get better though. Like Helen.

In response to JB's post...a) thanks for taking the time. No wonder I like you so much, even if you are a punk sometimes; b) I'm afraid your Schristmas planning efforts might be tough on my end... the 26th would be a little early and Jan. 4th or 5th might be a little late. Momma and Poppa B., other 'tamers...what say you?

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