They are reading my blog.
They know about me and my tired eyes.
Because just today, I received a mailing from the Doubleday LARGE PRINT Book Club. Right there on the cover in LARGE PRINT, superimposed over a joyous image of an older couple on a bike, it said:
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL, LEAH ADAMS!
Let the good times roll; that’s a good one. They ought to at least let me get through my child-bearing years before lumping me in with the carefree, bicycling-through-Paris-with-books-in-my basket, baby-boomer retirees.
It’s odd to be 38. Today I went to the doctor for a recurrent, highly-common female complaint and was advised to wear 100% cotton undergarments, to bathe in soap-free water, and to avoid all commercial pads & liners due to their bleach and chemical content. The doctor gave me a brochure for a company called Glad-Rags and suggested I give them a try. If they do the trick, I’m not opposed to the idea or the work entailed, having grown tired of our throwaway world. Anyway, according to the Doubleday people, I don’t have much longer to be fiddling around with this sort of thing before the good times start rolling right over me.
9:48:18 PM 
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