Summer Solstice Come and Gone

We were sitting around the campfire Wednesday night when one of the girls said, “Hey! It’s the Summer Solstice! Aren’t we supposed to get naked and dance around the campfire or something?” We all looked at each other in our 70-or-darned-near-it bodies and laughed and laughed. Ummmmm, hard pass.

I’m losing weight so I’m feeling pretty good about that. I bought a new scale for the occasion. It measures accurately…unless I think I should have lost more or maybe I gained a little. But overall, I’d say it’s pretty accurate. It’s slick looking, too. Black glass. It tells me my weight and BMI…Body Mass Index. A number solely designed to confuse those of us who think maybe 30 ain’t so bad. It gives you the weather report and by golly, it wished me Happy Birthday! This thing is uptown.

It’s very shiny. I always weigh myself au naturale. I keep the scale in the bathroom between the toilet and the cabinet so it’s easy to get to but out of the way. I pulled it out and set it down on the floor and caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection…bending over. Oh, my Gosh! The elastin in 70-year-old skin is definitely NOT the same as it was in my younger years and I laughed and laughed. What once were perky were now resembling water balloons left over from last weekend’s pool party swinging in the wind!

One of the gals camping with us this week just had her 70th birthday. She is celebrating her birthday year with 70 vacations. She’s my kind of friend. She’s not feeling as good about turning 70 as I am. She was pointing out the flaws in her skin. How there are wrinkles now where there hadn’t been before….seemingly overnight. I felt for her. I had a birthday that hit me hard once. I was 26. Ten years since I started to drive. Ten years since I started to date. It wasn’t long till I realized the folly in that. These are choices. And I swore after God saved me from an overdose and a life of addiction, I would NEVER complain about being blessed with another year on the right side of the grass.

But…Summer Solstice??? Ohhhhhh…that means the light of day will become incrementally shorter now. And you know me with light. I crave as much light as possible. So, there’s only one thing to do…get out there and grab this year by the mane and ride it till the cows come home!

In a really good support bra, of course.