Although she stopped hiding her grays years ago, denial would forever be her chosen blanket.
She loved to slam down on the tight skin of her drum with her knotted fingers. This is my favorite song she told the few friends willing to listen to her cacophony. Never did she follow up with admitting that her favorite song was also the only one she knew.
Her smile was infectious. She loved putting on display her collection of pops and cracks: the loudest of them all being the sound her jaw made when she opened her mouth to laugh or to bite down on a big piece of chocolate cake.
Talking about food – she had completely re-written the classification of the major food groups which to her consisted of:
She always – ALWAYS made sure her every meal was a complete source of every major food group.
During her years in Mexico where plants and local flora kept her sinuses plugged up she discovered a trick to help fight hay fever. In the midst of a paddleboard ride with friends, one told her if bees made honey with local pollen then that honey could/should act like as vaccine to shield her and minimize her allergic reactions. Everyday she gulped down a teaspoon of a local product while chanting to herself “Just a spoonful of medicine makes the medicine go down.”
She snickered when her new friends asked her if she was retired. Oh no, she told them, I’m just taking a break while I decide what I want to do next. And what better place to do that than smack dab in the middle of paradise…
Her blanket was denial and she planned on never letting go.
This is a Studio 30+ theme prompt: OLD (The one rule is to not use the word in the post).
I tried to describe the person I want to become as I grow old. Rather than choose what I want to do, I’d rather start shaping who I want to be.
I also wrote this as an exercise to describe a person. The purpose was to submit for the Weekly Writing Challenge at the Daily Post. But after writing this piece I actually read the guidelines. I did not meet them so… back to the ol’ drawing board!