In Myrtle Mode

Hi there! Most people here in town know me, or know

of me, even if they won’t admit it. Many of them refer

to me as “Miss Myrtle”, because they can’t remember

my last name. I’m almost as old as dirt, which means

I have few friends around my age. I’m not as old as

Noah though, but I digress.

I live here in this old Victorian house, yes, the one in

three shades of green, with the wide front porch. I’m

out there quite often during the warmer months,

waving to passing neighbors. Sometimes they’ll come

and pass a few minutes with me. I enjoy that. My

cat, Mr. Bean, thinks he owns me. Don’t tell him any

different. Once in a while his friend, Rafe, comes over

and I end up chatting with him. He likes sitting on the

porch railing, watching the world go by.

I used to drive. I’m sure the townspeople all gave a

collective “WHEW!”, when I  decided to hang up

the car keys. Not that I was a bad driver, although

that one fence might argue the point. Anyway, I have

several willing young friends who drive me places.

You must excuse me, but it’s time to settle into the

Word. Please do come back soon for some tea or

root beer.