As part of my focus on aging, my latest obsession is my hands. I was at a dinner party the other night and was listening to the hostess tell a story. I reached for my glass of wine and gasp! noticed my hands. They looked so old! Wrinkly. Loose. So of course, I just drank more and forgot about it....until the next day. When as soon as I saw my hands, it was all I could think about.
Hands are constantly in the field of vision! You can't get away from them -- they are everywhere! Taunting me! Haunting me! I mean right now I look down and there they are typing away with their hideous veins popping through, wrinkly knuckles, fingers tenderly pressing keys. Sigh...I need wine.
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