You can probably tell I am not a spring chicken.
I can't read without glasses anymore. I have decided to stop highlighting my hair, maybe a low light here and there, but I wish my hair would go to white sooner than later like my grandmother,
her sisters and my dad.
The only thing that brings me down at my age is that I am exhausted. An exhaustion filled with tears, guilt and self loathing.
The Monocle article below especially perked me up.
So get ready if I am lucky you may find this little ole white haired lady someday sitting in her Airstream somewhere with a dog by her side offering the best slow goods I can find.
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When not at The Kabine I will be somewhere learning pottery and textile design and walking with my dog.
Where will you be in your years beyond 80?
