When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
Love writing, hate writing. Love revising. Hate revising. Love being alone. Write in coffee shops. Outline everything. Never outline. Longhand! Keyboard! Writes everyday. Waits for inspiration. Me, I write in my pajamas with a hot cup of lemon and honey. I don’t open my email until I’m done. Then I belong to my email. I’m email’s bitch.
What are you wearing?
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Betsy Lerner 
Lavendar jeans, white sweater, white sneakers, black underwear, pink bra. A charm bracelet made of sterling silver hearts. Wedding ring, thumb ring, and another ring made for toes which I’m wearing halfway up my finger. Powder, mascara, a little eyebrow pencil, a little blush. L’Occitane lip cream. Cherry red toenail polish, very fresh, and Vanilla Grapefruit perfume by LaVanilla. Ear buds dangling from a red cord, and—always, always—thick brown glasses with a flower pattern hidden on the inside of the temples.
Lavender. I never spell that word right.
Me neither. Lavender is a lie.
“What are you wearing?”
Betsy, you tease. I’m in my PJ’s. SocMed attendance is something I do soon after morning upgetting, with my b-fast.
I tried posting a comment to your previous post, the one about FB and other SocMed, but the WordPress police stopped me at the border. We’ll see if they let me across this time.
And Averil, you know I love you and see you in my dreams. I’ll be in my bunk.
Let me get these sneakers off, big guy. I wouldn’t want to sully your sheets.
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Here, bend over.
Oh my. What will the neighbors say?
The oldest pajamas known to woman, a Christmas gift about a decade ago. The developing country of my peritoneum is grumbling feed me something now! I’ve for the most part abandoned all accoutrements save sunblock, but can’t give up my lipstick, no matter how ghoulish I may look. Oh, and I put earrings on everyday of the world. At my writing desk most days, I oscillate between Notable and Bestseller dreams and “just give it up already.” Ode to My Old Pajamas
In the vein of Averil’s comment:
Tangerine shorts. Gray t-shirt. Gray Oofos. Black undies, tan bra. Garmin watch, pink cat eye glasses, sky blue toenail polish. Dirty hair! Oatmilk and honey lotion. Dove deodorant. 😁
I’m at 111K and trying to FTF. Then it will be cut, cut, cut.
Obviously I am overdressed for this bunch.
Tank top, sleep shorts. Bras are for other people.
Denim shorts, Harley T-shirt, and a few bandaids.