Learn to Spit
Original Post | April 23, 2014
Writer’s Update | June 17, 2023 | My serendipity is becoming a way of life these days. I’m surrounded by purple (at least in my mind) and the spit that flies through the air, cosmic. 😂 With a new life beginning in Western North Carolina, I’m seeing that other women of a certain age have flocked here to don their purple and take life moment by moment. I think it’s grand. I think I will like this new season of life. Granted, it’s taking some getting used to, but whether I like it or not, it’s here. Might at well sit by the lake, sip a margarita and spit every chance I get.
A good friend reminded me yesterday of my promise to learn to spit. Actually, it was poet Jenny Joseph who got the ball rolling, and once those immeasurable words of genuineness became part of my daily vision, I knew it was a matter of time before I, too, would grow old and become everything I said I would never become.
I will not be my mother. Who am I? I am my mother.
There are things we must do. Bills we must pay. Jobs we must finish. Celebrations we must attend. Noses we must wipe., but soon (and my soon is coming quicker than anticipated), all the routines will change, and I will fall in love with the serendipity of it all. I’ll turn the corner, and be sucked in by the inescapable fortune before my eyes.
nevertheless, I'll walk the expected road for now, but soon, when you least expect it, I'll be spitting and wearing purple. don't get in my way - for your own sake.
WARNING
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 the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
i shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
you can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickle for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
but now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
we must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
but maybe i ought to practice a little now?
so people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
when suddenly i am old, and start to wear purple.
