Wednesday, January 23, 2008

THE SUN TAN--A TOTALLY USELESS POST--DON'T EVEN BOTHER READING IT

Today was hazy. The sun came out for about twenty minutes. It was such a joy but as my friend, Cindy and I we drove down the street we left the sunny patch and drove back into the haze. We saw a woman, in a long purple coat, with huge round sunglasses and an umbrella, standing in the slush by the side of the road. Was she afraid of the sun, which wasn't out anyway? It wasn't snowing, not raining, why the umbrella? Why the sunglasses?

That started me thinking about summer and about the sun and all it gives to us and then I thought of my high school days and my vanity and remembered this tiny saga.

It was the end of summer and I had neglected to work on my suntan. I wasn't pasty or anything, I had olive skin and tanned nicely but just wasn't the perfect golden color I wanted to be for school. The last Saturday of the summer I spent, lying on a chase lounge, baby oil slathered on every visible body part. I turned at intervals, like a barbecuing chicken on a spit. With each turn I could see my skin getting darker. I was pleased. I think I even dozed a bit, but woke up in time to turn to the other side. When the sun was too low to give any more sun-tanning-rays and I was sufficiently brown I went in to shower. I turned, picturing myself starting school on Monday, healthy looking. Nice and golden.

Wait! What is that? A leaf from the apple tree was plastered to my back. Not down low, where it wouldn't show but up high, where it would. I picked it off. Ack! White skin, surrounded by beautifully browned skin. So much for vanity. So much for the perfect tan.

As I think back on it, trying to put a positive spin on it, I think I will be glad it wasn't a rhubarb leaf. And glad it wasn't permanent.

Of course, at my age, I wonder why I cared then. Time puts a different perspective on things.

4 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

Lynne--
I have many of those memories...and now I get to live with my dermatologist! They say youth is wasted on the young, but I think it all works out.

Colette Amelia said...

Lynne your life and writings make me feel normal! Not that you are abnormal, but when all these quirky things happen to me I think they only happen to me and it is so wonderful to be able to laugh at someone else! Well actually I think I am laughing with you not at you!

Thanks for putting a smile on my face!

Anonymous said...

Hi there -
Ahhh the memories of our youth.
Your story reminded me of the summer I was a lifeguard for our city. We all had to wear regulation Speedos and that year they were navy blue with big white palm trees all over them. We all sat on guard chairs and, of course, never used umbrellas. I was at home one day getting ready to go somewhere that involved my wearing a bikini (which I could do then...now? Don't ask!). I had on shorts over the bottoms but just the bikini top on top. I turned around to get something and my boyfriend burst out laughing. He dragged me to the mirror and just pointed at my back as he couldn't speak. I had palm trees all over my back. Tan-colored palm trees. Not just one, but many. It was simply spectacular! I can laugh now...but then? Nope!

LOVE your site, and thanks for visiting mine!
tombstone annie/annbb

Lee Weber said...

Love all of your recent posts. You write so well, and they make me laugh!