Thoughts of Being 95

And I like my music loud, never would due to have me in an apartment since my stereo is often on MAX and it really is MAX.
Today I was sitting spinning wool, pewter behind me, woodstove next to me, might be a scene from some old book except, for a few things...... Lynard Skynard belting out Freebird on the stereo, followed by Eric Clapton, Jethro Tull, and Fleetwood Mac base shaking The Chain. The floor is vibrating under me. The tea cups rattling on their tidy shelf.
I tried to get a picture with me in it, but I kept getting blurred as I ran to get behind the wheel before the picture took. I needed more time to my timer !
So here is one of the setting at least. I have on a wild tie dye shirt, jeans and nice woolie socks.
Candles and incense are burning. Its just another perfect day.
I suddenly pictured myself being 95, looking all granny like, wearing a tie dye dress, buttons down the front, proper old lady style and having the stereo booming out the very same music I am now listening to, while quilting or spinning. Kinda a funny mental picture.
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