I just realized that when you write a blog there are people who actually read it and are somewhat affected by what you write.
For example the other day I wrote about being sad. I feel fine now but I keep hearing from people who love me telling me to keep my chin up.
I’ve been treating my blog like confession. After I yap I feel all better. I really should have been Catholic. I absolutely adore that confession thing. You tell some guy what you did wrong and then you pray and then you have a clean slate.
I also like Easter now that the Catholics have removed all the hard words from the Lord’s Prayer and Christmas makes Hanukkah a dumb boring cousin.
Back to me and my mood. I had a lovely day yesterday. Julie came over and we had lunch and played cards. I’m suspicious that Julie might have been cheating because in the middle of the game I found a ten of diamonds under her chair.
It didn’t help her though. I was victorious. And I was a good winner. I only gave one whoop and one bow while forming an L with my fingers on my forehead signaling ‘you know what’.
I was reading a magazine which said that people in their 50s and 60s are at their most empathetic. First of all because they have had a lot of life experiences and also because my generation went through the free thinking 1960’s so we are more liable to look at the other person’s point of view.
I forgot why I mentioned that. Maybe it’s because I was thinking about other ways those my age differ from younger people. My cell phone. I never leave home without my cell phone not because I want to be reached but if I get run over I want to call my sister.
Hardly anyone ever calls me on my cell. In fact, when I first got it,whenever my phone rang it was usually spam but I pretended that it was Lance from Nsync. (I want to thank my nephew Joe for reminding me of that. I say he’s MY nephew even though he’s from dave’s side of the family because I’m sure I love him more than dave does. When he was about four I even let him pee on the door of the ice cream shop in Montauk when they wouldn’t let him use the bathroom, but that’s a story for another day)
What was I saying? Oh yeah becoming Catholic. If they don’t mind my saying “Oy” every time I kneel down, I’m in.
You said so, and I say so, too! Communication is key–and you sure know how to communicate with your fabulous sense of humor, babe! I’m “in!” From the impartial President of the Mattie Matthews Fan Club. C a r o l F r e d e t t e w w w . c a r o l f r e d e t t e . c o m