Her entrance was arresting… clandestine, in fact. She was fully dressed, head to toe, and wearing a parka worthy of Alaska.

A salt-and-pepper pageboy, not a hair out of place, topped off her image. She had a well-wrinkled face.

She looked left, then looked right, and then pulled one of the light-weight wicker chairs around the deck – of the indoor pool at the gym.… ...

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I exercise daily. Though I shop on Saturdays and rest on Sunday, on weekdays I’m dedicated to a regimen of treadmill, then weights, and water aerobics in my local gym’s pool. It helps to offset the weight gain that seems inevitable for writers and women of a certain age…

Because of this daily slate, I have much fodder for blog posts, especially when in the pool.… ...

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“Please don’t!” I heard myself say and, expeditiously, my guest complied.

I couldn’t believe that I was refusing help in the kitchen, to clean up after a dinner party, but I was… She needed to be arrested.

Because she was at our kitchen sink, lavishingly spraying each utensil and plate, squandering water while we are all residing in drought.… ...

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