granny

The granny I'm absolutely going to become.
This is me just before my 100th birthday.
Which is also when I decided to die.
After the birthday, that is.
100 and then, c ya!
It gives such good structure I feel.

Granny with a cigar.
I'd sooooo tell the BEST stories.
The LIVING best.

Here's to hardcore Grannys.
M.

100

My 100th download was the finale of Dexter Season 7.
This pleases me.

Oh, Michael.
Seriously.
So good.

Dexter.
M.

100

A hundred posts.

A hundred thoughts.
Or just a hundred things.

A hundred posts reaching back to 2008. 4 years and a bit, of life, and people, and meetings and partings, and being reunited, and getting lost, and being happy and being sad, and accidental wet shoes, a hundred chances, and opportunities lost, or seized, a hundred colours and shapes, a hundred things that feel like a hundred years or absolutely nothing else at all than a hundred quick flashes.

But I guess that is the way it goes.

I am happy that in between the lines and in between these hundred posts there are so many things I didn't let go, or didn't miss. I took the chances, sometimes regardless of common sense or better judgement, an have therefore averted regrets. Or at least those which truly matter - the missed moments that absolutely definitely will not come around again.

A hundred.

SADA, M.