Enough about you

I’ve been away for some time and this has been upsetting to Tree. I phoned him today to catch up and he started telling me about his latest adventures, finds and desires. “My mom came up with a delicious wine spritzer,” he informed me. “In fact, I’m sitting in the back yard drinking it right now. Sleepless would love it – it has white zinfandel in it.” “White zinfandel? Really? And you like it?” I asked. “I love it. In fact, it got me thinking. We should totally dress up as old women – wear some really great hats and a nice polyester suit – and go around town drinking wine spritzers.”

“That is a great idea. Where should we go?” I asked. “I don’t care, but it can’t be anywhere I’ve worked or where people know me,” he replied. “Or where you may work in the future. It would be good to go somewhere old women drink,” I added. “Yes, but where would that be?” he inquired. I had no idea, but I figured I could ask one of my older friends, like That’s Not Chinese. I have a feeling she may just say, “home, in the rocking chair on the porch, in a smoking jacket.”

“Speaking of age,” I told Tree, “I’m thinking of coloring my hair platinum blonde and getting a cute, chin-length, a-line haircut. I’m not sure though. I’m worried I may just be mid-lifing.” “You are nowhere near mid-life. You’ve got at least another five years before you hit that. I’m not sure about the platinum blonde, but an a-line always looks good on me,” he replied. “When did you have an a-line?” I asked. “I have a platinum blonde, a-line, short wig that I wear every now and again. I’ll probably wear it for wine spritzers. Alright, well, enough about you. I’ve got to go take a shower,” he said and bid me farewell. It’s good to be home.