Happy Birthday! To anyone who will see Mom this week, please give her a big hug for me. Also, here is a picture of me in my new "suit". I'm standing with my host mother here in India. I'm 25 now...isn't there that poem about wearing purple once you're old?
2 comments:
great to see that you're having such a great time with your host family. You look great in purple!
Hi Catherine! Your blog has become the best part of my lunch break. Fabulous cubicle-escapism. Found the poem, see below, line-breaks are not what they should be.-Mandy
Poem written by Jenny Joseph
From the book: When I am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Edited by Sandra Haldeman Martz
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
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