It’s 4 a.m. and I am unable to sleep, so I guess I’ll occupy my time by writing this week’s article. I am attired in a Christmas gift — purple pajamas and a purple robe. I smiled to myself when I opened the gift and saw purple. It made me think of one of my favorite poems.
When I am an Old Woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
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 public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.