‘Sometimes it is the people no one can imagine anything of who can do the things that no one can imagine.’
Month: March 2019
Looking forward to fifty
I’m going to be turning fifty, this year. I don’t feel it. I don’t know whether to grow old gracefully or disgracefully. I’ve always been indecisive.
I looked up stuff about age last week (because I am sensitive about age now) and I learned so much! Some of the things I learned were…
You’re not allowed to say ‘elderly’ anymore. ‘Senior citizen’ is out and ‘retired’ is out the door. You can’t say ‘geriatric’ and I think that’s quite fair. ‘Pensioner’ is outdated and ‘advanced age’ – don’t go there. ‘Old people?’ No, can’t do that, as it euphemizes age. And that euphemism is negative, if you’ve lived a lot of days. So, what are we to do, to show respect for all the years? How do we put a stop to all our politically correct fears?
A lot of these words were bandied about, in certain times and phases but now ‘fossil’, ‘fogey’ and ‘codger’ are out, they’re not P.C phrases. ‘Older adult’ or ‘older person’ is the acceptable term these days, or simply ‘man’ or simply ‘woman’, followed by their age.
It’s about time, the PC World (not the computer store) said something nice about me, so if I’m an ‘older adult,’ then that’s what I’m happy to be.
Quote Of The Week
‘All my life I’ve been doing things for other people, looking after them, doing things to please them but now I want to be my own person in my own right and I’m no longer afraid of doing what I want to do…’
Puli (Sathnam Sanghera’s sister) from The Boy With The TopKnot by Sathnam Sanghera
Less Is More With You
I love you
Because you’re unexpected
Just salty enough
I spread you close
Lather you up
Against the butter
Against the toast
But not too much
Less is more with you
You come finely housed in curvaceous glass
Not everyone likes you
But if they like you, they love you
And if they don’t like you, they hate you
And can’t stand the smell of you
Let alone eat you
Some people are taken in by your cunning disguise
They see you all brown and sticky and gooey and think
you are a chocolate spread
And then they eat you, one big mouthful
You’re a nice surprise or a nasty shock
Depending on your outlook and tastebuds
I once was a little frightened of you
And once, I hated you.
But now, I love you, Marmite.
Beaver or Diva?
I overheard a conversation on the tram this week between a man and woman. This is how it went:
WOMAN: (LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AND POINTING): She’s a diva.
MAN: (A LITTLE LOUDER): A beaver?
WOMAN: (A LITTLE LOUDER): A diva.
MAN: (MUCH LOUDER) A beaver?
WOMAN: (VERY MUCH LOUDER): No! A diva!
MAN: (VERY LOUD) What’s a diva?
WOMAN: (LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AND POINTING): She is. (SIGHS & THEN QUIETLY) Oh, she’s gone now.
Quote Of The Week
‘I learned that when you stop concentrating on avoiding mistakes, you relax a bit, and consequently, you actually make fewer.’