Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Friday, April 20, 2007

19 April - Overdoing it

Just realised have booked myself a carboot to do this w/end -yes, chez Taylor could do with plenty more de-cluttering - followed by nearly four hours of Philip Glass at ENO. What was I thinking? Sure, I may remember to take the faithful inflatable cushion that's served me well on umpteenth Indian buses with no suspensions bumping along crater infested roads but... how will I survive the music without dropping off to sleep? Will Toph notice if I insert earplugs and wear Jose' Feliciano sunglasses? (Stevie Wonder wasn't the only blind one you know).

Sunday it's Marathon (not running oh no, no, no, just watching a friend), followed by 5 year old excitable nephew in kiddies playground. What was I thinking? Can Toph watch him whilst I lie down in park with same earplugs and sunglasses? What if the earplugs become a way of life? A sort of cheap seconal? (is that a brand of anti-depressant? hope got it right). I did read that Nicholson Baker wears them whilst he writes. I would like to wear them at work. But then again I couldn't listen to new music on myspace then. There must be a way.... talking of which, I bought the Modest Mouse new album. Not as good as the Killers but ... pretty much on repeat. Already tired out of Mark Ronson's and it's only been a few days since release. Fickle girl.....

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