My name is Olivia Hawks, and I am 84 years old.
Today after my daily afternoon nap, I found myself doing something unforgivable. I was…knitting. But not just knitting, I was knitting while watching Golden Girls, and laughing – OUT LOUD, while my roommate TOTALLY judged me – but I love those girls! Oh Lawd, do I love that show or what! Oprah came on, loves it!, and an hour later I found myself watching The Beverly Hillbillies – my recent obsession. I actually look forward to seeing Granny get all worked up. Ten inches of scarf later, I decided to get up and get ready for a night out, however, I got distracted by The Andy Griffith Show. Opie was struggling in school, I’ve seen the episode before – my Dad’s got the DVD’s – but I had to see how it ended.
I am from another era. I hear that all the time. Unfortunately – it’s true.
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oh olivia, may i call you nana? all you need is a cigg and a game of poker and you’ll be my raging alcoholic nana. i miss her. anyhoo, you’re such a lady, old lady that is. can you knit me a scarf? i’m moving to wyoming i hear it’s cold up there.
I’ve been working on this scarf for three years, I can finally see the finish line. I do not plan on finishing another scarf for another three years. I do not smoke, and I do not eat meat, like Nana. We are two VERY different people – same age, mind you – but very different people.
nana didn’t eat meat, her fake teeth couldn’t handle it.