Monday Night Snippets

 Saw my doctor today - routine visit.

"Do you work out, Peggy?" he asked.

"Yes."

"How many times a week?"

"Well, I try for three, but sometimes, it's only two... hehe."

"Okay," he said, smiling.

"How long do you spend working out and what do you do?”

"About 30 minutes,” I said. “I work out with weights and walk."

I was starting to feel a little agitated and tempted to ask if HE

worked out.  And what he had for breakfast.

But that would have been disrespectful, wouldn’t it? That would

have brought back all the times my mother said, “You must respect your

elders!” And all the times we’d run into one of her friends while shopping

and she’d  squeeze my hand really tight (I’d have to stifle a scream) so I

wouldn’t say something that would embarrass her.

Lessons I learned at an early age never left me. How could they?

She striped my bare legs with a peach tree switch if I didn’t mind her to

the letter.

Yet we were so different. I  was nothing like her. And didn’t want to be.

I often wonder if she was trying to make me into something she never was.

She was her own person – lived by her own rules.  

I’ve seen her in a situation like I was, when a doctor was asking a lot of questions and it didn't bother her a bit, when she'd had enough, to say,

“That’s none of your business!”

She was more like a spoiled child than an adult. And I loved her still.

I’d better work out now.

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