It’s here. My tipping point. I’m completely turned off by the idea of spending money on anything for myself because I feel like I won’t live long enough to get my return on investment.
And I’m not even talking about major purchases. I’m talking about things like Valentine Day gifts or anniversary presents. There’s a lot of occasions coming in in the next few months – anniversary, Mother’s Day, my birthday – so I know people or at least one person will be pressuring me to come up with gift idea. Back in the day, I could even wangle an Easter present but now I don’t need anything and I don’t want anything.
Well, maybe one of these little vintage planters so I can clip roses and keep it filled all summer long.
But really, although this would give me pleasure right now, what is going to happen to it after I shuffle off this mortal coil? [I’m perfectly healthy and in fine, if winter-weary, shape. I’m just thinking, that’s all.] What will my children do when they find it among my possessions? Gaze at it and wonder what to do with it? Toss it on a junk heap without deliberation?
I don’t know.
Gawd, is it spring yet?