Like that

Some ladies in my community wear makeup to water aerobics class. They don’t like to get their coiffed hair wet either.

If I were still in my 30s I might make fun of them for that … but we’re all getting older, aren’t we?

They look nice when they leave the fitness center – unlike me, with my wet hair clinging to my head.

They really are nice ladies. They’re very solicitous of my health and well-being. They laugh when I wave my arms and dance to the music in class. They notice when I’m not there.

I try to get my exercise without splashing them.

My limbs are working hard but I keep them below the water. When we do movements that might make waves, I put more distance between me and them.

Today one of them asked how I was doing.

Her hair and makeup are perfect, but there’s a little bend at the edge of her smile. She’s old enough to have lost a lot of people.

I give a small smile back, bobbing with the music. I’m trying to be honest about my recovery, to bring out what’s happening inside.

“Well… I’m mostly OK,” I tell her, “but it’s up and down. Some days I’m fine, some days … aren’t so good.”

She nodded. We kept moving with the beat.

Then she said, “Life is like that.”

And smiled. That little bend at the edge.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re right.”

Up and down.

In time to the music.

Today’s penny is a 2015, the year I started doing water aerobics.


4 thoughts on “Like that”

  1. Lisa Was that me? I don’t like to get my hair wet and somehow life is tugging on the outside corners of my smile.
    ps I still want to buy one of your lovely fuses glass pieces. Surprise me

    1. I assure you that wasn’t you 🙂
      I have been pulled away from my glass work by my “day job” in Pakistan and also dealing with this house stuff —- but a piece for you is in the back of my mind, germinating!!

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