If one day when finally tone-deaf I should walk guffawing into the solemn halls, swishing gauze skirts to knock stolid bishops over wooden kings while laughing too loud and blowing smoke rings, it may be observed, by anyone still living who knew me when I was more mild in manner and patient in my time, that she had been a patient woman, once.
But, as these things go, by the time the cork is good and gone, so are the ones with any memory of milder times. So, I will have to be ready when I finally go, to enter with full conviction into the role, because patience, however much a virtue, will only do until the time for waiting has run out, and after so much of that one has to decide to give up the temporary shelter that comes of waiting and dive in full and fast to what certain strangers will describe as the antics of an eccentric elder at fashionable parties, who, after all was just relentless with her offhand remarks, head back and laughing the whole time.

Much depth and weight! Of those that would say we are more gruff, less polite, they miss the mark as well as the grasp of how we came to learn that we are not responsible for taking care of their feelings, they are
: )
Her laugh and gesture make me feel like she is finally free.
Thanks for sharing:)
Thank you for being here, Bruce : )
A fine line.
Very well expressed, Stacey.
Thank you, friend : )
Oh, please make sure to invite me for that occasion! I’d love to see their faces and smirk behind my hand before shutting and jumping in myself. 🙂
That sounds like a great time, Michael! : )