Hi Friends, this is my blog for March I slipped from pretty into good looking for her age quite without notice,
Perhaps Jane Fonda can handle both but, somehow, I couldn’t hang on I think it had something to do with those two quite significant swollen pieces of skin, on my face, one under each eye At first, I tried to think they were sensual and soulful, like Anna Magnani in a De Sica film, the images floating like a dream in my head. But reality knocked and, I had to face that they were from sleepless nights manifesting them selves by the loose skin of aging. Then there are the wrinkles, so if I had my eyes fixed, what would I do about them? As if I slip covered my couch , what about the club chairs ? If I told you my age, you would laugh at me because at 85 I still worry about these trivial things while I live in a time of roulette If we land on one number we live, one number we die Am I that shallow still or is it because I grew up in a house where our worth was judged by our beauty? If my destiny is to live another 15 years then I must learn to look at myself as a glorious piece of antique architecture, nicked and rained on but still interesting to behold
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