[Soft*Silver]

As I was driving home, I watched an older woman toddle out to her curb, trying to drag a trash can with her. It was hard for her to do. I related oh so well with this. I use to put in acres of fence, haul hay bales up into the rafters and muck stalls for hours in the dead of winter...now its an effort to drag a trash can (albeit a loaded one) to the curb.

it can be depressing.

but then, I also dont worry about inpractical things, like what purse goes with what shoes that go with what outfits. I wear clothes I like, that I feel look good on me and dont worry about the judgement or pleasure of others

I dont care if all my things come from Potter Barn.

I wear make up when I want and go face ass naked when I can. Its my right to decide if this evergreen is going to be a christmas tree for the day

I eat prunes for health and because I love them and dont care if they get a good laugh from anyone when they see them in my house.

Right now I have my own teeth but that may change someday and by god, wont it be nice to have them? Something new in an old body!

I love how my skin is changing. It isnt wrinkled much at all, but some. My genetics keep me from overwrinkling. But I love the soft lines it has developed. And how it creases more in bendy areas. And how I LOVE to lotion it every night...I love taking care of this old bag of skin...its been good to me and I love to tend to it as it changes.

I might not move as fast, or be able to go as far, but where I have gone, is nowhere near as important now as where I have yet to go. I think this is the velvet stage of my life...so soft to touch and a pleasure to feel...