After spending most of my life being terribly serious and working awfully hard, I decided that it was time for my mid-life crisis. I took a bit of a run-up to it, but now I'm really enjoying it.
Thing is, I decided it was time to have some fun. Haven't done enough of that, have I? I'm also comfortable enough with myself not to be too worried about what other people might say about it. When I was a teenager, for instance, I'd have played with a yo-yo or a bottle of bubble mix, but only if I was sure no-one was watching.
So now I have a whole toy box and a collection of bubble blowing things, and a kite and three yo-yo's, and guns that shoot ping-pong balls and a collection of water pistols and... Its infectious too! If I invite people for a cookout, it invariably degenerates into water-pistol warfare. The thing I've noticed about that, is that the older people among my friends are by far the most enthusiastic water-fighters!
I've also started 'spoiling myself'. I was in the mood for a spoiling today, so I took a walk through the shops in town. I looked at clothes - not interested. Shoes - ditto. Make up - I own tons of the stuff and I hardly use it.
I ended up in a terrible, terrible shop. It was a bookshop. There were too many things I wanted. I felt like a proper consumer - you know - the one with unlimited wants and limited resources that economists always talk about. I think I've had my retail therapy for the month! Just as well I didn't even enter a computer or music shop - they're even worse!
Yes, its wonderful being middle-aged and irresponsible - well, not irresponsible as such - just not responsible for anything other than myself.
Today's pic: MM :) I labelled Gertie (my tummy) to make sure you'd notice.