Mad Old Bat

It has become increasingly apparent that I am going to be a very looney old person. I've always wanted to be a cool grandma, not the type who drives in a comically dangerous way, but the type who does fun things with the kids (This sentiment is equally applicable to when I'm a mother). But now I find myself acting out in public, most notably at the grocery store. Sometimes it's more noticeable, like when I dance quietly in the aisles. Sometimes it's the subtle things, like saying hello to the cheesecakes (as they are soo attractive). Sometimes it's the maddening things, like audibly asking Mum if she's noticed the lacking news coverage on Bush's push for optional filling of birth control as we walk away from the skinhead at checkout.

I don't know why it is that I should be so fanciful when in public, especially when shopping with my mother. Perhaps it's a result of pent-up energy that comes from internetting all day and reading all night. After the mind and body have settled and stewed, I need to run about in the same manner as I have for the past 15 years. I'm still the youngest person at home and in the neighborhood, so the same immature history is still in the background of my mind. I no longer run around in the puddles after a rainstorm, but I always linger when walking through with rain boots. I don't stick fight in the woods anymore, but I carefully examine every tree for climbing capacity.

These feelings will continue into adulthood (whenever that's supposed to happen), and I joyfully embrace the golden strain of childishness that will accompany the silver streaks in my hair.