forever young
i was reminiscing about one of my favorites, mrs. ono with the flatmates the other nite, and i had to smile.
while recounting another story about how as a little girl, i used to meticulously examine the mail (while secretly plotting for the day that it would come addressed to me) and remove the stamps that were still useable and cut them, then soak them and tweak them with nail polish or tape or glue, or whatever they needed to be launched back into the mail system.
i would also go into the 7-eleven and lament the price augmentation of the stamps. i've never seen canada post workers cower at the site of an 8 year old before.
i still do all of this. i can't look at things as an "adult" because there is part of me that resolves to stay a child.
that being said, i've embodied the characteristics of a little old lady since i was a little girl. you know the old ladies that have lived through wars and now know the importance of everything, who save and savour, ration and remember.
yeah. i am that old lady. i've lived through wars. i appreciate and testify, save and savour, cry for injustice, don't use more than my share and never waste, and reflect.
how's that for cyclical?
