Running with Friends

Prompt: Age



Leep looked in the mirror. Now, he didn’t like looking in the mirror as a rule, except when he was shaving, and even then he merely concentrated on the contours of his cheek and the avoidance of a blood accident. But today was his birthday, a landmark birthday, and he needed to have the courage to look.

There were lines around his eyes. He could see them without even moving closer to the glass; and they couldn’t be laugh lines, since Leep didn’t laugh all that much. And there were deep lines around his mouth when he just relaxed the muscles in his face. Was his neck a bit saggy? Leep didn’t know. He was pretty sure, however, that Leonardo DiCaprio didn’t have a neck like his, bordering on saggy.

The problem was, Leep was no closer to marriage than he had been a year ago, or two years ago, or even three. He didn’t even have a girlfriend. He’d been pretending that those dinners and lunches with his publisher, Amanda, were dates. That’s what he told the guys at work, if they asked. But she wasn’t interested in Leep as a person, just as a potential children’s book author, which really, was fine with Leep.

As for Lizzie (known as Beth to everyone else), well, driving by her house once a week in a test driven automobile, or dropping off clippings about her murdered son-in-law as an excuse to see her, or hanging out with Franco the Butcher just because he happened to be at her house a lot, did not exactly constitute a romantic relationship.

He checked his Mark Nepo. “Stop recording the poetry of life,” he advised in his book, “and enter the poetry of life.”

That sounded like good advice.

But Leep didn’t know where the entrance was.

So he got out his notebook, and wrote:

Step 1: Date
Step 2: Girlfriend
Step 3: Wedding
Step 4: Children

It didn’t sound very poetic, but these were concrete steps towards entering life the way other people did.

This is why Leep found himself, on his landmark birthday, in front of his HP laptop at the dining room table, with a lukewarm bottle of Twin Sails Hefeweizen on a cardboard coaster beside the computer, trying to fill out the profile information on the website “Plenty of Fish in the Sea”.

He was a writer, this shouldn’t be so hard. Though he had to admit that composing a list of interests that would intrigue a young woman was far removed from recording the adventures of the Blue Rabbit. Or was it?

Favourite food: Carrots
Favourite leisure activitis: Running with friends; digging tunnels
Best feature: Ears

Yes, this could work! Leep smiled and rubbed his jaw, and suddenly realized he’d forgotten to shave that morning. He would go without this day. He’d had enough of the mirror.


What does and doesn’t suck

Prompt: Young At Heart
What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?

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The consensus about aging among my acquaintances about growing older is: It sucks.

We are, of course, talking about the physical effects of aging. All the usual: wrinkles, grey strands, aches and pains, concerns like heart health, peeing, and sleeping; and serious illnesses become more likely, while our ability to withstand them diminishes. Yeah, it sucks.

As for staying “young at heart”, what does that mean? I really do not want to be a frivolous, callous, selfish, overly emotional young sprout again. That sucked too, being, if not stupid, then at least not as brilliant as I am now!

I try to stay physically and mentally active. It’s a challenge, but that is part of the fun of getting older. You pick your challenges. You decide if, how and why you do anything. Choices are virtually endless, and you are much better equipped to make pleasurable, productive, and exquisitely personal and quirky decisions, with some degree of perspective and yes, even wisdom. I don’t have to take up golf, or bridge, or learn square dancing, or fret about the younger generations. I can paint, write, snowshoe, form a band, feed the homeless, start a political party, read twenty trashy novels, or pretty well anything I want. That part doesn’t suck.