This past Friday the 13th, which also happened to be the day before yet another Nor’easter, I prepared for the storm like any good New Englandah does. I made a packie run. I decided my Valentine’s gift to my hubby would be a nice bottle of bourbon, and his to me would be a nice bottle of Irish vodka. I also scored a bar of Chocolove earlier at the grocery store (the stuff my pal Kelly mentioned in the comment section of my Ethical Chocolate post).
I approached the checkout and stood behind a young college girl who looked to be about twelve years old. When it was her turn, the cashier said, “Yes, I need to see your picture,” and the girl pulled out her license. She then blushed and stammered through the rest the transaction. I got the distinct impression she’d been twenty-one for all of five minutes.
After her purchase was complete, and she began to head towards the door, I thought I’d try to ease her discomfort a bit. I said to the cashier, “I’m guessing you don’t need to see my picture.”
The cashier replied, “No need. We don’t give out senior discounts.”
Yeah. I think she feels better.
Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I created this to show my love of writing. In no particular order – the pen from our wedding night hotel; the ballpoint I wrote most of my high school journals with; the mini pens from my days of reading Tarot cards; two pencils – one filled with semi-precious stones, one with the Leo constellation on it; a few gifts pens from hubby (the gold, Coke, and Disney ones); the pen I currently use; a purple pen from my midwife’s office; and a pen from my Tupperware Lady days. The only thing missing is my favorite pencil. It’s one I’ve had for over thirty years, and when it reappears, I might have to redo this shot.
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.” ~ Ray Bradbury
Signing off now with a relevant quote from the birthday boy on this blustery President’s Day – “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”