A CONFIRMED SUNWORSHIPER

                                                                                  By Barbara Fox

    I woke up this morning and didn’t feel like doing anything.  Gone were my plans for writing chapter fifteen of my latest mystery novel, learning a new line dance and walking for two miles. I didn’t want to finish cleaning out my closet or go grocery shopping or attend the monthly condo meeting.

     My calendar, crammed with notes about classes and theater openings, rehearsals, luncheons and seminars, looked decidedly uninviting.  As I was eating breakfast (which I hadn’t felt like preparing), I looked out the window and knew immediately that what I wanted to do, the only thing I wanted to do, was to go out to the pool deck, lie down on a chaise lounge, pour on sun block and…sunbathe

      I am a confirmed sun worshiper, a sun lizard, “a sun- nut’ some of my more unkind friends call me.  I’m usually a very busy person, active and constantly on the move from early morning until late at night but, come a certain sort of day, temperature about eighty degrees, soft breeze, blue, cloudless sky, not much humidity…and all my ambition goes out the window.

     “The sun isn’t good for you,” people tell me but I figure  that  I’ve given up cigarettes and sugar and I only eat half as much meat and drink half as much coffee as I used to so I’m entitled to one vice.  And, I’m very careful.   I use gallons of sunscreen and sun block and I wear a big, floppy hat to protect my face.   I sit under an umbrella and I use lots of lotions and cream when I finally come inside.

    Also, three dermatologists I spoke to about the sun admitted that they were sun worshipers too and didn’t see  “too much harm in it”  Okay, I picked the dermatologists, carefully.  Two of them are tennis  players  and the third is a week end-sailor so maybe they are a bit prejudiced, sun-bathing wise.

       So, just for today, don’t ask me to serve on a committee or tell me about the fabulous sale at the mall or scold me for not writing my thousand words a day

      If you absolutely must talk to me you can try calling my cell phone or you could email or text but…don’t expect an immediate reply until the sun goes down.

      A non sun-worshipping friend, thinking to embarrass me , told someone that “if Barbara went to Europe , instead of seeing all the wonderful museums and churches, she’d probably find a beach and sunbathe”.

    Pass the sun block, she’s right!

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