Today Joy shares the joys of being young at heart at eighty-three years old…
MISTAKEN IDENTITY?
An ‘old’ lady?!
(My birth-paper states I’m eighty-three…)
Eighty-three? That can’t be me.
I don’t smell of moth-balls,
or click my teeth,
don’t have arthritis,
or bunioned feet.
A waft of perfume?
Chanel No. 5…
I’m eager and curious,
and glad I’m alive.
When music rings out
I’m there with a jive!
BUT, first thing in the morning
do I spring out of bed?
No, I regretfully admit
I sidle instead.
And how long takes my ‘toilette’?
I, umm…vaguely mumble…
“It takes quite a while
for me to assumble!”
©Joy Lennick 2019
About Joy Lennick
Having worn several hats in my life: wife, mum, secretary, shop-keeper, hotelier; my favourite is the multi-coloured author’s creation. I am an eclectic writer: diary, articles, poetry, short stories and five books. Two books were factual, the third as biographer: HURRICANE HALSEY (a true sea adventure), fourth my Memoir MY GENTLE WAR and my current fiction novel is THE CATALYST. Plenty more simmering…
A selection of books by Joy Lennick
One of the reviews for My Gentle War
I found this book totally enchanting, not just for the way it was written (which was completely original being unfettered by any rules on writing and therefore delivered with great feeling). It evoked some long lost memories from my childhood, of family forgotten or misplaced by faulty memory. I thought of my grandmother clasping a homemade loaf of bread under her arm, giving it a good buttering, then with a large bread knife, sawing it off and setting a ‘doorstep’ sized slice free for jam or honey to follow. I wasn’t born at the time of the war, which doesn’t spoil any of this account and although I know it from history books and oft heard tales, was not a good time to live through, yet I’m left thinking there was another side to these times, told here with great fondness. Sometimes I think we’ve lost a great deal for all our modern ways. This is a lovely book and worth a read. Pat McDonald British Crime Author.
Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Joy-Lennick/e/B00J05CJLY/
And on Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Joy-Lennick/e/B00J05CJLY
Find all the books, read other reviews and follow Joy on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3124773.Joy_Lennick
Connect to Joy
Blog: https://joylennick.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/joy.lennick
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Did you receive my comment, Sally? The internet is paying silly b……(Words going all over the place…and other incoming emails smothering and erasing what I’ve already written!) Hey ho. Hugs xx..
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Not sure where you left the comment Joy..but got this one.. hugs xxx thanks for the lovely poem that many of us can relate to….♥
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I left it here…so it obviously went astray. Bluebottles! Loved the photo (you’ve obviously been stalking me again…) Can still touch my toes OK and I did mean high kicks years ago but can only manage waist level now!!Thanks a million, Sally.Hugs xxx
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Waist level is still pretty darn good Joy… and touching one’s toes is always a good sign.. hugs xx
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I love that poem Joy it is so you 💜
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It is….xx
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Love the poem Joy and I can almost smell your Chanel #5. ❤
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Very swish… ♥
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❤
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I love this! Keep on being fun for as long as you can…
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Exactly Marje..hugsxx
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Reblogged this on M J Mallon YA/Paranormal Author and commented:
Fantastic poem shared on Sally Cronin’s blog from Joy plus links to her books. Snuggle in it will make you smile.
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Thanks for sharing Marje.. hugsxx
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Good one, Joy!
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Thanks Darlene..xxx
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As I will soon be 75, I can identify whole-heartedly with this funny poem, most especially about how long it takes to “assumble!” Around here, I don’t begin any assumblage until I’ve had at least two cups of Earl Grey and a look at my email. Then, I might mosey back to area where I keep all my assumblitry tools and have a go at it for an hour or two. Or not. Somedays, I just say the heck with it and work in my nightgown, completely unassumbled. (And as you can tell, I have a new favorite word! 😀 ) Thanks for having Joy here today, Sally! Great post!!
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I am with you Marcia.. if I sit down at the computer in my dishabille as my mother used to call it… I get carried away and then it is lunchtime….except she would have had her face and pearls on by 9.00…. hugsxx
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I’ve always loved the sound of “dishabille,” though I can’t say anyone I’ve known ever used it frequently. If at all. Still, I’ve heard it (and read it) often enough that if I wasn’t afraid people around here would look at me funny, I’d definitely use it! Maybe every day. 😀 😀
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Why not Marcia… I see her sweeping off at bout 7.00 when there would be no more callers… at age 92 on her stairlift… “I’m off to get into my dishabille…” which meant a sating nightgown and pink bedjacket! Hard to follow that! xxx
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