wandering

It's funny where the mind will take us.

Today I had a vivid recollection of

choosing my first bottle of moisturizer.

 

Early 30's.

Late-80's.

Living in PA.

 

I had playground duty several times

each day at the school

our children attended and

decided it was time

to protect my skin from the elements.

 

I chose Oil of Olay

and splurged on

the frosted glass bottle with a pump.

My products have changed over the years

but not my dedication.

 

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I am a moisturizer.

The outside world may see me without

makeup, mascara or lipstick,

but I never skip the moisturizer.

My face, neck and chest are

slathered twice daily.

 

I've recently added the back of my hands

to that list.  With all

the anti-aging properties

packed into these new formulas

it seems a shame to pass over

my hands, which often bear the brunt

of careless use or exposure.

I do use lotions on them

regularly

but this takes only a sec

and it makes me feel that I've

done a good thing.