French Folly

It is time to shop. Judy has one day left before flying back home. It is my job to support her. The hubbies aren't too happy with the plan, but c'est la vie! We explore, we wander, we listen to their endless complaining. But, we find 'le store'. We go in, the boys wail in distress. There is one solution... they flee to a cafe across the street for a coffee.

Judy hits pay dirt. Shoes, tops... no such luck for me. But as we prepare to go find our men, my eye lands on a skirt. Not a normal skirt but a long one with pieces of material hanging off of it. I try it on and.... I like it. Twirl around.. I really like it... The sixties live again. "0oh la la" exclaim the husband and wife shop owners. In my broken French, I explains my husband is across the street. Pas probleme. The owner runs out the door, across six lanes af busy traffic, enters the cafe calling for Roger. Jeffrey takes over. Jumps up, hauls Roger out of the washroom and then he is dragged outside the door so he can see me twirling around across the busy street on the sidewalk.

Not a happy Roger. Big thumbs down. The shop owners dips and doodles his way back to the shop shaking his head. I am amazed. He really doesn't like it??? But then those wise words pop into my brain, "What am I waiting for ... until I am 75 years old? No way, I bought it!

 

 

 

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Lingerie Shopping

 

Paris is intoxicating. Flowers bloom, sun shines, people kiss everywhere, and everyone drinks, eats and smokes at the sidewalk cafes. Youth invades my soul. So, my friend, Judy, and I decide to shop for lingerie - specifically bras. We find beautiful bras, lacy, elegant, cut to perfection. After a fitting, we proceed to try them ALL on. We just can't do it. Really, $140 for a bra? What else could we buy for that price... how much could we eat? We move on to a cheaper arrondissement and voila - we find Sympa ... where all the unsold clothes go. Judy finds a matching set of bras and panties for $4... Is Paris not wonderful?

 

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The Beach

 

I love the beach. I love just lying on the sand, staring over the ocean, and watching all the people walk past me. The best of Waikiki. During my tropical meditation, I started noticing women... the young women - Asian, Russian, American. Beautiful bodies, tiny bikinis...and then I had the startling revelation that I am never going to wear a bikini again, and, I am never going to have a body that is smooth, hard and curvy again. The question is, did I ever? What I had, was the belief that I could have that body if I really wanted it. Old age suddenly sat down beside me and slapped me into reality. I am no longer young and it is never going to get better. Damn.