When I become Senile

I had this question posed to me today—what will you do when you become senile?
I will talk to myself—oh wait, I already do that. People think I’m senile already!! I assure them I’m talking to my dog, but I don’t think they believe it when they hear me say “I can’t believe what she said to me—why in the world would h want …” Oh well.
I will wear purple—wait—I already wear a lot of purple.

I will jettison all my inhibitions—If I have any—and say whatever comes to my mind. I remember my grandmother doing that—it must have been amazingly liberating—extremely annoying and hurtful to the younger crowd though.

I will require my children to wait on me hand and foot. Well, maybe not—I don’t think I raised them right for that.

So look out, everybody, when I become senile—if I haven’t already.

#6 visited tonight. It was good to cook a meal for someone else and to sit around and just talk about everything under the sun, or moon by the time we were finished. I think I should have a child over to dinner every Thursday night!W