Hopeless? Very old could be hopeless.

Well, I’m not hopeless. Maybe that’s because, as Jim cope says, I wear "rose colored glasses.”

And I hope for muchFor spring and that Don will soon make love to me again in his way that leaves me in “slave mode” and unable to keep from smiling.

I still hope to write something, to get my life in order, that my family members will fulfill their potential and beyond.

I hope for wisdom still, and to be a “Mrs. Moore”, the one from Passage to India, who finds all things interesting and worthy of watching without judgment.

I hope to be able to read for all my life and to remain conscious of my surroundings and to have something to give and to give it.

I hope to be guided by my higher self, the one I visualize and call Lily.

I hope to keep living with Don until we die, to be able to cook dinner on Fridays, to see my family members often, to value my blessings, to remain warm and dry (ha) and well fed.

I hope for a chocolate diet product that will let me loose ten pounds. I hope to do something useful, that Quigley or someone will let me do transcription.

I hope to make fewer mistakes and to pass on my joy, love, peace.

I hope to finish the puzzle and that I can find a good Christmas surprise for Don.I hope for a better president that I can be proud of and better schools and better health care for the people of this country.

I hope that my enthusiasm can lastI hope that when I die, I’ll be able to see my mother and grandfather and Jeremy and Shawn and Arlene and Don and that I will understand IT all.

I hope for Blaze to have a happy life.

I hope to finish reading Michael’s book and Betty’s play and Proust.

I hope to be in Taos again, at least occasionally.

I hope to be able to sleep better. I hope to write about my father. I hope to be friends with my sister. I hope to have enough money to see us through to the end of our lives.

I hope to have the book group to meet in our house, to stop smoking again, to sell my dishcloths, to keep my Asheville library card.

I hope to have friendly, loving times with Jennifer and Alan and Debra, but also all my family members.

I hope for blue birds and stars shining and sun downs.

I hope to write some good poems. I hope to be healthy, smarter, wiser, more generous.

I hope for snow, new leaves and fall leaves, letters and emails and that family members will live long and happily.

I hope to gather enough rocks to cover the whole hill beneath the fence and that I can get the plant I call myrtle to grow in them. I hope I can get all my stuff sorted out for my kids and my journals reread.

I hope Christmas will be happy and filled with chocolate. And that I’ll get the tree up and decorated and down again.

I hope I’ll get some jobs done this afternoon and that Don will be happy to be home when he comes.

And that I can see, feel and experience art every day.

And of course, as the pagent contestent says, for world peace. And that’s enough for me or anyone..