I have warned you in the past how I shall be when I am old.
“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 will most definitely be outrageous, difficult and undignified but not until I am old.
Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I looked in the mirror and saw this Old Woman looking out at me. I just had to share this other poem with you. I don’t know who wrote it or where it’s from but it just says how I felt earlier today.
A very weird thing has happened.
I have no idea who she is, where she came from, or how she got in.
I certainly didn’t invite her.
All I know is that one day she wasn’t here and the next day she was.
She’s very clever. She manages to keep out of sight for the most part;
but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her there;
and when I look into a mirror directly to check
my appearance, suddenly she’s hogging the whole thing,
completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body.
It’s very disconcerting.
I’ve tried screaming at her to leave but she just screams back, grimacing horribly.
She’s really rather frightening.
If she’s going to hang around, the least she could do is offer to pay rent.
But no. Every once in a while I do find a couple of dollar bills on the kitchen counter,
or some loose change on my bureau or on the floor, but that certainly isn’t enough.
In fact, though I don’t like to jump to conclusions, I think she steals
money from me regularly. I go to the ATM and withdraw a hundred dollars, and a few days later, it’s gone.
I certainly don’t go through it that fast, so I can only conclude that the old lady pilfers it.
You’d think she’d spend some of it on wrinkle cream.
God knows, she needs it.
And the money isn’t the only thing she’s taking.
Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate.
Especially the good stuff–ice cream, cookies, candy–
I just can’t keep them in the house. She really has a sweet tooth.
She should watch it; she’s really putting on the pounds.
I think she realizes that, and to make herself feel better,
I know she is tampering with my scale so I’ll think that I’m gaining weight, too.
For an old lady, she’s really quite childish.
She also gets into my closets when I’m not home and alters all my clothes. They’re getting tighter and
tighter every day.
I wish she’d stop messing with my files and the papers on my desk. I can’t find a thing any more. This is particularly hard to deal with because I’m extremely neat and organized;
but she manages to jumble everything up so nothing is where it’s supposed to be.
Furthermore, when I program my VCR to tape something important, she fiddles with it after I leave the room so it records the wrong channel or shuts off completely.
She finds innumerable, imaginative ways to irritate me.
She gets to my newspapers, magazines, and mail before me– and blurs all the print;
and she’s done something sinister with the volume controls on my TV, radio, and phone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She’s also made my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier, all my knobs and faucets hard to turn
and my bed higher and it’s a real challenge to climb into and out of.
Furthermore, she gets to my groceries as soon as I shelve them and applies super glue to the tops of every jar and bottle so they’re just about impossible to open.
Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
I don’t even get any respite at night. More than once,
her snoring has awakened me.
I don’t know why she can’t do something about that. It’s very unattractive.
As if all this isn’t bad enough, she is no longer confining her malevolence to the house. She’s now found a way to sneak into my car with me and follows me wherever I go.
I see her reflection in store windows as I pass. and she’s taken all the fun out of clothes shopping, because her penchant for monopolizing mirrors has extended to dressing rooms.
When I try something on, she dons and identical outfit- which looks ridiculous on her– and then stands directly in front of me so I can’t see how great it looks on me!
I thought she couldn’t get any meaner than that, but yesterday she proved me wrong. She had the nerve to come with me when I went to have some passport pictures taken, and actually stepped in front of the camera just as the shutter clicked.
Disaster! I have never seen such a horrible picture.
How can I go abroad now? No customs official is ever going to believe that crone scowling from my passport is me.
She’s walking on very thin ice.
If she keeps this up, I swear, I’ll put her in a home.
On second thought, I shouldn’t be too hasty.
First, I think I’ll check with the IRS and see if
I can claim her as a dependent.
(sigh….. bet that strange old lady is on “her” puter too!) What’s a body to do??????
Love this! Been there! 🙂
Thanks Judy – glad I’m not on my own. 😉
That is a classic…..for all of us who are classics 🙂
But my friend, you are a long way from being there!
Will reblog it as one of my Down Hill Slope posts. It comes to us all that moment in the mirror, but meeting it with humor keeps you strong, so you must be able to lift a thousand pounds.
Yes Kat – 1000 lbs and that’s before I have had my spinach. Thanks for the comment. Judith
She has a friend, who has moved into my apartment – what are we to do??
Incidentally, the poem was written by Rose Mula.
Love you lots.
God bless, Christine
Thanks – I’ve never heard of Rose Mula. I shall find out more about her.
It appears that this old lady can cross oceans and end up in all sorts of places.
Wonder if she is at our other sister’s house yet?
Love you. Judith
Love it ! 😀
She is a magician and can get anywhere, so watch out for her. 🙂
Excellent observation and reassuring to know I’m not the only one! Thank you for sharing, Judith! 🙂
She is very clever creeping up on us when we least expect it. 🙂
I love this…I think that old crone is trying to sneak into my house now!
Bolt the doors and close the windows Suzicate. Once she’s in she wont leave. 🙂
heh heh. I think she crosses the ocean to visit me once in a while. I keep catching glimpses of her here and there!
The problem arises when she decides to stay permanently. 🙂
Ha ha ha! This is so true. Apparently her twin sister has moved in with me, drat the pair of them.
Twins eh? There seems to be an army of them running around our world. 🙂
I have a stalker. She surprises me when I am out and about. Most often I see here at the mall and grocery store. So far she doesn’t appear in my mirror at home–that person is my mother.
Well we know that mothers are kind influences but still be on the lookout. Once that old woman gets in there is no getting her out again.
This is so funny, Judith. Indeed, as Bella said, “A classic.”
I was startled to see myself in a mirror at a bar once. I thought I was young and in my 20s – just like the guys and gals around me. Nope. I’m in my 40s. Man, that mirror does not play nice sometimes.
Well imagine how it feels to be my age. I still think I am 50 but when I look in the mirror I know it is not so!
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Roaring funny! I remember the first time I looked in the side view mirror in my car and saw my mother staring back at me, even though she had been dead for years. Disconcerting, to say the least!
Disconcerting or downright scary?-
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Turned 63 Monday. I think 60-70, quite to my surprise, will be my best decade.
Belated Birthday greetings Carl. Yes the 60-70 decade is good and I am enjoying the next decade too. Have fun!
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Yep. I think she’s here too!
Get’s around doesn’t she!
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