“The great secret that all old people share,” wrote Doris Lessing, “is that you really don’t change in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don’t change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.”
I love that quote. It’s spot on.
I paired the Bluetooth earbuds with my iPhone and I’ve been listening to the Suburbs of Goa channel of the SomaFM internet radio station all evening. (SomaFM has so much music in one place! I love it so much!) Energized by the music, I folded unmentionables and other assorted laundry, put the dressing in the oven to cook, read blogs at the computer, worked a puzzle at Jigsaw Planet, all with my iPhone on charge in the bedroom and me wandering all over the house with music in my ears. No dangling earbud wires to catch on stuff, no need to make sure I have a pocket or pouch to carry my phone. Joy electric. I have a set of cordless infrared headphones for the TV, but infrared is line of sight only, and the moment you get out of sight, you get an earful of white noise. As inexpensive as these Bluetooth earbuds are, maybe Santa will bring me a pair for the TV for Crimmers.
Sunday night’s supper was the end of the chili casserole. Good to the last elbow. Monday, I went to the cabinet to get a bowl for some cereal and guess what. The cupboard was bare. Fortunately, the dishwasher wasn’t, and had finished its cycle some hours ago.
Now I’ve started in on the cornbread dressing, chicken breast meat, and cranberry sauce that are standing in for the “leftovers” I didn’t get to have because we ate Thanksgiving dinner at friends’. I’m having them now. So good.
Speaking of bowls, I have bowls of knitting scattered all over the house . . . Guess that means I have my knitting mojo back.
The Owl Underground 
You know, the only thing I ever enjoyed stopping by Luby’s for was their turkey and cornbread. Of course the cranberry was necessary, too. There’s something about that combo at any time other than Thanksgiving that’s just good.
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