When I am old I will take long walks on a beach. I will stop dying my hair even if it ages me, as my sister says. I will be aged, I will stop trying to hide it. To be near a beach, is a lifelong dream. But it may not happen. I am okay with that.
When I am old I’ll need sunshine. I will take up a camera and I’ll play more, especially with words. And in general I think I will try to have fun.
When I am old, I will want my family around, daughters and sons and others, grandchildren. And if they aren’t near, I will travel to them frequently. All of this is obvious I would think, when I retire.
There will be a convertible, because — it is a life long dream.
I have always thought Holly and I would end up living together when we are old women; both of our husbands being older than us.
What a hurtful thought now. It drags me down. I feel the familiar ache, a dread. When I am old there will be gray hair, bare feet, and salty tears.