The mind remembers when you did not need
to caulk your
saggy skin back where it originated, even though it has grown rather affectionate with your lower regions.
Arthritis...
the weatherman DESPITE all this
Doppler stuff is wrong a lot of the time, but arthritis is a 100% on the money early alert system for
violent storms preparing to threaten tomorrow's horizon.
I also think that something went horribly wrong when mankind rose up from his four appendages to the
two we all so proudly encourage our offspring to emulate. Walking on two legs?
Okay apes do it, but we ARE
related to them, according to science.
I have been upright since I was
a wee thing. I'm not a wee thing any more and the years of gravitational pull
on my spinal cord is now letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that gravity and walking upright, do not treat the human experience kindly.
We won't discuss
the thinning of the locks we all, male and female, spent hours caressing, teasing, conditioning, cutting, styling, and preening over throughout our many years. I am lucky. I still have a full head of hair, although it is pretty much whatever color comes out of the Nice and Easy Bottle now...and no...I'm not going to talk about my "once upon a time" days when my hair had it's natural color...far too depressing a topic, and aging is depressing enough, thank you very much! Right now I am in my "pure as the driven snow platinum blonde...NOT WHITE...phase."
Now that I have sort of introduced myself...at least I've introduced my maturity issues I hope well enough to let you know I deal with many, I should give you a name. Calling out,
"Hey Old Lady," when you see me, just seems...rude!
My name is Gloria Hart and I am married to that old guy in the modified Speedo's soaking up the Florida rays. We're what the Natives call,
"Snowbirds." Like the mating cycle of
salmons swimming upstream,
or lemmings stepping off that mighty high cliff, we head for
Florida at the first hint of a winter freeze.
We ADORE it's delicious fresh squeezed, right off the tree,
orange juice, its feathery fronds dancing in the ocean's caress atop
the palm trees, and temperatures that dare
Old Man Winter to hurl his snowy breath our way, and yeah, the friends too.
Like us, there are many OTHER snowbirds determined to have their
sundials set on
Florida Winters, and return year after year. I adore dipping my no longer petite self in the balmy waters while gossiping with my other Snowbird neighbors. (We're NOT as popular with the year-rounders, for some reason. Don't understand that, but to each his own.)
Jim and I live at the
Citrus Ridge retirement community, and this season my too easily bored hubby has volunteered to be a
First Responder and that's why we find ourselves
wrinkle deep in a rash of
mysterious deaths.
Look at me...do you think "private eye" when you see me through your
bifocals?
Sunshine Boulevard...more is happening behind closed doors than Jim and Gloria could ever have anticipated...things that lead to the oh no, is that a naked lady, a DEAD naked lady, lying in
the geranium bed?
Can Jim and Gloria investigate, stay out of harm's way AND enjoy another Snowbird Winter, or will they get too close to danger for their own good?
Sunshine Boulevard, by J.Q. Rose,
cover art by Muse Publishing, Inc. very own
Cover Art Goddess, Delilah k. Stephans will be releasing from the
Muse It Up Publishing side of Muse Publishing, Inc.
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