Harrison Ford has inspired me after all. I must exercise so that people can say, “Hey, she’s pretty spry for an old lady.” Not that anyone needs to say it – I just want to be able to think it truthfully. So along with my facial exercises, I am trying to regain a waistline.

What’s hard for me is that I have always had youthful-looking skin and now wrinkles and creases are developing exponentially. It is a little scary when I wonder what is going on inside with my organs, but I’m not thinking about that now. Now I’m still on skin.

I’ve used Estee Lauder since I was 25 and a lot of people – salesladies at the counter actually – believe that is why my skin has looked good. Personally, I think it is because of my paternal grandmother’s genes. Her name was Nellie; my maternal grandmother Jessie had skin that looked like tissue paper which had been crumpled up and then smoothed out. Put I’m not going to rock any boats and so I am still using the Lauder stuff. The little moisturizer jars last forever and I could be more liberal, I guess, because I find that after five or six months, the stuff separates like old mayonnaise. Of course, with my new wrinkle outbreak, I suppose I will be slathering the stuff on.

I’m skipping any talk of hair on my upper lip and chin – just can’t bear it right now. (Afraid someone will throw me off the train.)

I also have had vitiligo – white spots – since I can remember. They were on my ankles and knees first and stayed there for several decades. Now they are on my hands and torso and I can see the hint of them coming around my mouth. That’s not good, but it shouldn’t kill me. However, it should be fairly obvious since I have – and let me refer to the consensus at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse – a big mouth figuratively and literally.

The tomatoes have nothing to do with my age and looks; it’s just that we are going to plant them today. It’s late, but we have had threats of frost unseasonably far into the month this year . . . so here we are at the 29th. I love tomatoes so much I slice them and lay them right on my tongue. I also love the smell of the vines on my hands. That I got from my Grandmother Jessie.