Pushing Sixty, one day at a time!

 My publication in an e-zine about luxury powdered beauty products. https://heyzine.com/flip-book/b60765c512.html#page/86  

  Eighteen months have passed since my last dip in the pool. The timing is right- legs are shaved. I’m ansy. Issam, my husband, thinks it’s not a good day to swim- but he’s not a reference. Any day with a “y” in it is no good. I gather my things, drape my duffle bag over my shoulder and shuffle down avenue Marechal Juin. The wind picks up and I regret leaving my jacket at home. “I am warm,” I say to myself. Mind over matter. I second guess my decision to bring my heavy beach towel. Trudging towards the pool’s entrance, I notice wet-haired teens exiting the building. Inside, I ask if the hair dryers are broken. They aren’t, so I pay and go in. Five euros for a resident. Expensive. Before Covid it was 3€50. In the changing room, I don a swimsuit. I have no illusions about doing many laps, and the suit reflects that. It has a padded décolleté that creates drag. I have forgotten about one of life’s golden rules: timing is everything. In the largest, deeper lap pool, children ju...