I suspect I’m not a true Mississippi girl and must have been adopted from some Yankee mother. I HATE greens including collards, mustard greens, kale and anything remotely related. (Cabbage, Brussels sprouts- ick).
As we age things happen. Not necessarily good things. Corneas need transplanting, feet and legs need correcting after a lifetime of pounding them to death, and we have to obtain a mortgage loan to cover all the pills and potions required by the over 60 crowd just to keep puttering along..
For days I’ve been engaged in the only exercise I can manage with one leg in a cast. It’s called “mater tossing” and I discovered it while fighting fruit flies. Everytime I discover a tomato past its prime (usually of the cherry variety), I toss it from my back door into a planter containing basil which is located about ten feet away.
This is day 19 of my unexpected incarceration for a crime I committed in the 1970s and 80s.
I long for the “outside” as much as any hardened criminal. My crime? The serial wearing of stilettos for two decades which turned my left foot into the shape of Peter Pan’s.
I woke up this morning after retiring for the third time from the 9-5 world and just getting over a little minor surgery. I had a horrifying thought. I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing here. (Probably the pain medication.)
But no, all my life, I’d had clear roles to fill: wife, mother, daughter, chauffer, editor, marketing director, housekeeper, chief cook and bottle washer…I could go on with an exhaustive list that makes me wonder where I found the time to get everything done.