or Blueta. just because i could wrap myself in an awful blue sweater and complain about how cold it is in August. no one would give any thought to how you are dressed, because you're an old lady. and old ladies dress funny. being an old lady seems so care free, to have almost nothing sensible to say and to never run out of these wacky topics. to have a cat or cats as your best friend, or better yet, a best friend who is stone deaf. someone to just talk at, like a gaddam stone wall. and then there would be the old lady tv shows. like Murder She Wrote or that other one with Dick Van Dyke. or Father Dowling Mysteries. ahhh, the twilight years....