I was out on my back porch earlier having a cig & a glass of wine. As I listened to the crickets chirping, looked up at the night sky full of stars, and watched the lightning storm in the distance, I began to think about how my life might be in twenty or thirty years.
Every time I try to imagine myself as an old woman, all I see is me and my little sister living together in my grandparents’ old farmhouse back in Alabama, and driving each other crazy. I picture my red hair intermingled with white hair, my skin wrinkled, and my smile tired. I’ll have a unique fashion sense (meaning bizarre ;)) and being a single old woman, I can pretty much do whatever I want and not have to worry about what other people think of me. I love that part. Hell, if I want to go to Wal-Mart in my fur coat, pajamas, and flip-flops, then I’ll damn well do just that.
My life is quiet and simple, yet full of family and friends. Holidays would be like they once were when my grandmother was still alive. There would be lots of good home-cooking, none of which I would have cooked. I leave the serious cooking up to my sister. I would do the dishes afterwards though because she hates doing dishes, as I well know.
My nephew would bring his wife or girlfriend over to visit, and maybe they’ll even have a couple of kids. My cousins would come over with their kids. Of course my little brother would come over late after getting off work at the hospital. He’ll be a doctor by then. He’s feisty, but smart. If I’m lucky or blessed or both, then maybe my parents will still be around to enjoy all that with my sister and me.
I never can picture what I’m doing for work other than just this, writing. Maybe that’s my calling in life. Then again, maybe not. LOL I believe that as long as I have my friends and family around me, I’ll be just fine.
So as I wish upon a star tonight, I hope all of your nights are filled with beautiful star light.