When I’m Sixty-Four
When I get older losing
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I’d been out till
quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
You’ll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy,
mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save…
Ah no, you won’t. And it’s not many years from now, it’s at the end of this month in fact. No valentines, but plenty of wine, we can all shop!
I am okay with the feeding, it’s the needing I’m not so sure about. There are wants and then there are needs. My hair is intact. More so in lockdown as there is no haircut to be had. Grows like a weed. No fireside but I’m handy with a knitting needle or two. No cottage rental, no light fuse fixed or Insinkerator for that matter. The fruit flies are bugging me. I still lock the door and usually I’m up until 3 am but I’m already on the inside. Sunday mornings I still go for a ride. Scrimp and save? Mostly.
Questions day 1.
Is doing a jigsaw puzzle completely pointless? You spend hours looking for little bits and then it’s finished and then you pull it to bits again.
Is it more pointless than watching sport or sudoku?
Question 2 Is knitting, erotically off putting? A friend of a person I know said her husband hates her knitting as it is so unsexy.
Question 3 Why do I feel so bereft by my dear friend dying when it was a merciful release for her?
Question 5 Is this house too big?
Question 6 Is the world changed forever?
Things I found out today:
It’s worth taking more notice of the world on the quarantine walk.
Stillness is surprisingly good.
It’s really annoying when you have been through all the puzzle pieces and there is still one edge bit missing.
Death is sorrowful and far too close. Stepping up to the front line is a salutary reminder.
8 episodes of Virgin River in one day is bad for your health.
Microbes are everywhere, like fruit flies only worse and smaller.
It’s better to avoid reading anything about he who cannot be named- the orange, stupid one as he is so dangerous in his frightening narcissism.
“We have a perfectly coordinated and fine tuned plan at the White House for our attack on Coronavirus” Apart from anything else he doesn’t know an adverb from his arse.
Jacinda is a star. ” I have one final message. Be kind. I know people will want to act as enforcers. And I understand that, people are afraid and anxious. We will play that role for you. What we need from you, is support one another. Go home tonight and check in on your neighbours. Start a phone tree with your street. Plan how you’ll keep in touch with one another. We will get through this together, but only if we stick together. Be strong and be kind. “
Little kids are looking for bears in the neighbourhood while they get their daily dose of exercise. I didn’t have a bear so made do with Max from Where The Wild Things Are, a monster from the same book, a lion and a rabbit.
It’s very good knowing noone is going to see you and it’s okay to get up late. I knew that whale onesie (actually its a cat but I look like an orca in it) was going to be handy. (Day one is officially over right now.)
That I miss my friend very much even though she was too unwell to really see me these last months.
Lastly, I’m propagating thyme. We have a lot of it on our hands and maybe it’s good that the world has stopped spinning but hopefully just for a bit and may we be changed by it in a good way.
May you be safe and well. FG