You get no “do overs” in life
Planted my little raised garden this past weekend. I wanted to try something new in the vegetable department and saw a fennel plant and said “sure, come to my house”. It hadn’t been planted about 5 hours when I came back and saw that a bunny had chewed on a couple of leaves and pulled the whole plant out. So I replanted it. The next morning, the whole plant was gone. Mr. Bunny had chewed it all the way down to the ground. So, if you see a bunny and it has licorice on its breath, that is the one.
I have been all nostalgic lately. Life is zooming by and things I had wanted to achieve by now aren’t possible. I will never be a child actor. I will never be Miss America. I will never be able to be Tuesday from the Addams Family for Halloween. And by the way, never put on a Tuesday costume if you are over 40ish. I still have nightmares of me in the movie “What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?”. That is the movie with Bette Davis where she dresses up like a little girl and looks ghastly, right? Most depressing Halloween ever.
So now I think “Grey Gardens”. I will be Little Edie, I will be the crazy child-like adult who wears sweaters wrapped around my head and feeds raccoons that live in my attic loaves of bread. I will dance and march around my house and imagine myself in my glory days, if I ever had some. Who cares what anyone thinks? That is the one nice thing about getting older, you become invisible. I feel like I am invisible. Like I am screaming at the top of my lungs and no one hears me.
