>I have a friend, who, in spite of everything in today’s world, has managed to raise some very well mannered children. They are polite, say please and thank you, and are respectful of their elders.
A couple of days ago, one of them addressed me as “Miss Jean”.
I hear some of you going, “well, that’s a Southern thing.” Indeed it is. We’re proud of our manners down here. I don’t have a problem with that.
My problem lies in the fact that when I was a kid, I addressed my friend Lynne’s three unmarried aunts as Miss Lennie, Miss Annie Bell and Miss Amy. And they seemed to be ancient at the time. Even today I address an older lady at our church as Miss Hazel. Miss Hazel is, to put it mildly, on up there in years.
So when did this happen?? I know I blogged recently about turning 50. Frankly, 50 doesn’t seem all that different than 49, except that AARP keeps sending me stuff (and considering their frightfully liberal agenda, they can just keep it, thankyouverymuch). In my mind, I just don’t fit the “Miss Jean” template. I have spiky hair; I drive a Hummer; I listen to an iPod.
I’m guessing I should just take it as a sign of respect and leave it there. I don’t *feel* ancient (at least not at this point in tax season anyway). **sigh**
In other news….
Remember back in December when it was Hummer 1, Honda 0?? Ran into the lady whose car I hit at The Whole Nine Yarns on Sunday. Asked her when she was having her car fixed, since I hadn’t been contacted to pay my deductible. Funny story, she said. Turns out after I hit her, the car got totaled by somebody else, so there was nothing to fix. Yeah… first thing Monday morning I called the insurance agent to share that little tidbit.
Started on the February TWNY sock guild sock:
Pic may be a little blurry… but I was kind of in a hurry when I took it…. 🙂 Anyway, it’s a toe up pattern called “Spring Peepers”. Isn’t the yarn pretty?? I love toe up socks.
Richard managed to capture this photographic evidence of Sunday afternoons around here:
Rumor has it that the grey haired woman sleeping in the picture is Miss Jean. There’s a darn cute dog with her at any rate.