Virtue really is its own reward

And that is a damn shame.

I did right this morning--I went to work early and then to water aerobics class. Also, I went to the gym and did the treadmill after work, so if you are going to bust out the ticker tape parade for me, now would be the time. Anyway, about the water aerobics, I was told the wrong time, so I was 15 minutes early--and since I was on my lunch hour, that meant I would really have to move fast to get changed and back to work without burning extra time. You know that is going to set me up to have something Paige-aster-like happen.

I did the whole class--which was hard by the way--then rushed out during the cooldown to get changed. I got my shampoo and brush and towel out and jumped in the shower to get that bromine off of me--because I am not an exhibitionist and no one needs to see all this in its nekkid glory (well besides the phone man and the propane man), I showered in my suit.

When I got out, I went back to my bench where I had left my things--there are a couple of benches. The lockers are too skinny to actually put bags in, so I had to put my stuff on the bench. What did I find? A "mature" woman in the midst of undressing. Well I assume she was. She was sitting practically on top of my stuff, with no shirt and no bra on. I assume she did not arrive in that condition as it is mighty cold today--all I know for sure was that she was plopped right up on my stuff with her boobs sitting on her knees.

Now keep in mind there was no one else in there, so she could have chosen anywhere else to be nekkid, but she chose the one spot that was taken up with my stuff. I cleared my throat, to get her attention--she looked like she was in a trance. Then again, she had some age on her, so she could have been dead, I guess. She did not move or otherwise acknowledge me.

Finally, I had to say, "excuse me, I believe you are sitting on my towel" because obviously she was not going to notice me standing there dripping and shivering until I did. She looked at me real funny and scooted over half an inch so I could get it.

I went around the corner so she had room to move, hoping she would get the hell out of my way so I could get my actual clothes. This was not to be though. Ten minutes later, I went back over there and now she was buck ass nekkid. Holding her swimming suit in her hands. And bent over.

I thought I would go blind, I am not kidding.

Bad enough that she is full on nekkid and acting like she is half in a coma, she was moving at half the pace of a snail.

This is the sort of thing that makes my life hard. I try to do right by getting more exercise and am faced with Mrs. Senior America in all her glory.

So on another note, I took this picture at Thanksgiving when I was checking my camera settings, and then forgot about it. This is a picture of my wedding portrait. It is mostly photograph, but parts of it are oil painting..like the background, and the edges of the veil so they could be seen. The photograph was done by Barry's childhood best friend's dad, Bob, who is a world famous photographer, so it is kind of a big deal. It is such a big deal that it cannot stay in my house, as it has to be protected from light--so it is at my mom's and she keeps it in the dining room and never opens the curtains.

Yeah, I got married back in the day of big dresses, and big hair and big everything--I think the veil thingy was about 10 feet long. I swear my dress was so heavy, it made dents in me, and the beading was so heavy in the front of the skirt, near the bottom, that it had to be reinforced with all kinds of stuff or it caved in when I moved. Can you imagine that lunacy? I am lucky that I have always had a great dressmaker and this was exactly what I wanted, even the parts that I did not know I wanted--she knew what to do and it was swell. She had made so many of my high school dresses for homecomings, and Prom, etc, that she knew me well enough to know all my quirks--stuff I would not want to be seen, and even that I am a touch taller at one shoulder than the other, and how to disguise the off parts of me. This thing fit perfectly as a result. I loved every bit of it.

Isn't it funny how things change? Who knew I would get so fat and would choose a plain dress today if I were picking.

This is what I want to get back to--regular Paige, the one that I am in my head, not the one in my mirror, or that other people see. Getting back to that weight is not necessary, I could be more than happy with 20 pounds over that. I dont look skinny in that pic, but I was plenty thin. I can be more reasonable and be happy with getting halfway between here and there to start.

I am on my way!