When I am Old I will wear Purple

When I am Old
I will wear Purple!

When I am an old woman,
I shall wear purple - -
With a red hat which doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pensionon
on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandles,
And say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples in shops
and press alarm bells
and run with my stick along public railings,
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit!
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at ago,
or only bread and pickles for a week,
and hoard pens and pencils
and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
and pay our rent
and not swear in the street,
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner
and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised
when suddenly I am old,
And start to wear purple!

--Jenny Joseph

I love this poem. You know, I started a blog, only a few entries, and A was concerned ... privacy, the net blah blah blah ... but it's something I want to do. I may or may not share it with anyone, I may or may not tell my family about its existence, I may or may not write in here every day, or week, or month. But I keep thinking I'm doing myself and my family a disservice by not having a blog.

I've always been a journal keeper, but that's about me and my feelings, I tend not to record the little day to day events (I know I should!). I want to record the little things, what we did today, who we saw, where we went etc etc.

SO, here it is - for better or for worse.