Lexa--up to her elbows in medical journals, an umbrella, and some arthritis medication-- raises a thin, gray eyebrow. "You teach? Like... a class? Full of actual people?" Her eyes narrow. "Wait a minute. What do you mean advanced?"
"Hey, my Grandma is a great History Teacher!" Molly defends, wagging a bony finger. The act a huuuuge turn on! "And she always teaches classes at the community center, she's the best, that's where she met my Granny!"
"Yeah, those were fun days. Oh, and uh, you know..." Sunny, eye's bloodshot, isn't sure how to tiptoe around what Lexa asked. "Uh... advanced?!"
Give Sunny some props. She didn't say old people. But it was pretty clear she met old people!
"It's a pretty helpful class. Believe it or not, I know a thing or two about time management. And I work with the students, like for specific cases and stuff. Housewives going back to school, retired workaholics who really need help chilling, I know I can help you work a schedule between life and work. Give me a chance, haven't had a thumbs down in twenty years of teaching that class."
Lexa zips up her bag in frustration. “I’m sure Sunny is a great instructor for geriatrics— and that being a time traveler helps—but I’m not really old,” she with a straight but saggy face, hands on her bony hips. “I’m not going senile, I don’t need help keeping up with the times. Nothing gets past me” she continues, a little too defensively.
At that moment, Sunny can see a pair of pink reading glasses pushed up in Lexa’s whitening hair.
"I guess, yeah, a lotta of my students are there for that. But tell me this, Lexa, are you stressed? Are you having problems keeping up with daily goals? How much sleep do you get a night? What's your diet like? And a biggie, how do you like relax?"
Lexa is surprised by the specifics of the questioning coming from Sunny. Maybe she does know what she’s talking about...
“I mean, med school’s pretty stressful. I haven’t been sleeping great lately, but i make up for it in, uh, power naps.” She doesn’t mention that she’s nodded off a couple times in class recently. “As for daily goals, you win some, you lose some. No one can get everything done...” she shrugs. “Especially when you’re suddenly 73 and can’t find your stupid glasses...” She quietly admits.
"I take it you don't get like seven to eight hours of sleep, huh?" Sunny reasons.
"Trust me on this, that's like really important, no matter your age. And what exactly are your goals? Do you write them down? Believe it or not, I totally think a schedule is helpful. That being said, like, what's on your schedule? A big part of my job is making sure everything on that list is reasonable and achievable. Ya know? It kinda sounds like you've got a lot more than you can handle?"
“I mean, I try to get a full eight but it’s hard, y’know? Ever since I got aged, I keep getting up earlier and earlier. No idea why. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t get back to sleep.” She looks around at the older women, wondering if she’s the only one having trouble adapting.
"Okay, but when do you hit the sack?" Sunshine giggles, patting her massive belly. "And about your diet, I know it sounds hypocritical, me of all people asking this, but what's that like? Do you eat three meals a day or is it mostly snacks on the go? Do you drink mostly water, what's your sweet tooth like? Sorry for all the questions, Lexa. But it sounds to me like you're treating your body like a twenty-something, you're gonna have to adjust a little if you wanna schedule you can follow."
Lexa shakes her head and goes to the table, grabbing a plastic cup and pouring cofffee into it, stirring in milk and sugar.
”I’m telling you, I’m fine. Sure I eat on the run, and yeah, I’m passing out at 10:00 pm reading up on bacterial infections, but if that’s what I have to do to get my degree, so be it.”
She takes a long sip and closes her eyes, letting the caffeine do its work.
Val watches the whole exchange, not really sure whose side to come down on glances over at the tray of cookies and the woman who baked them. “So, baking’s your thing? Some people keep telling me sugar isn’t great at ‘our age’.”
"Look, I know you're really like 25 or something, but your body is like 3 times that now! You're gonna burn out if you don't set a reasonable schedule! I dig your... uh, determination? Sure, let's go with that! But, uh... well, you're like trying to be a Doctor, right? Do you think a senior citizen should being doing the stuff you're doing to your body? I know I come off mellow and junk, but I gotta have my full 8 hours of rest!"
To be fair, Sunny smokes a bowl at 9:30, watching tv in bed, she's out like a match within fifteen to twenty minutes!
"And hey, even I eat my greens." And smoke em "I should probably stop after this, like, I'm pretty sure you'll be too embarrassed to answer... But how 'regular' are ya?"
Post by chronoeclipse on Feb 26, 2019 11:00:04 GMT -6
Clara stands in the center of the room and claps like a cheerleader. "Oh-kay!" I think we are ready to get this session started! I have a lot of great ideas I got off of pintrests to share with ya'll today! First of all downloaded Taylor Swifts new album that came out so I thought it might be nice for us to have some music as we play today! Now I know pop music isn't everyones jam so we can always rotate music or do requests, just bring in what you'd like me to play and let me know before we start and i'll do my best to accomidate? Okay? Okay!" She says and excitedly scurries over to the sound system in the room. "I haven't heard any of her new stuff yet but it's getting really good reviews! I'm excited to see her new music videos!" Clara says as she hooks up her phone to the system and presses play.
A shrill, warbling old ladys voice comes through the speaker singing a song about how tough it is being the most popular girl.
"Ooo! It's so awesome that she hasn't lost a step since getting caught in the age wave!" Clara says enthusiastically.
"Oh! And for you new gals! Feel free, if you have a picture of yourselfs before your progression to post them up here for empowerment! We're not the wrinkly shells people see but the vibrant young women inside of us! Pictures of our true young selves help us remember that!" Clara says gesturing to a board with a bunch of pictures of young women on it.
"Now then if you'll all gather around I thought we'd start this group off by doing some yoga stretches and sharing some challenges we've encountered throughout the week." She says standing up and slipping off her shoes, raising her hands above her head.
Lexa puts down the cup and heads over to Clara, desperate for the lifeline out of the awkward conversation. She drops her bag off in a chair and turns to the group leader and watches her reach to the ceiling. "Don't expect much. I wasn't all that bendy to begin with," she says, raising her voice over Taylor Swift's quavering tone. She reaches up, sleeves falling back to reveal thin, wrinkly arms, littered with age spots and the occasional vein. As she raises her arms, Lexa's shoulders hitch with small clicks as her bones settle into place. She winces. "Oof. This is what I get for ignoring Mo when she tried dragging me to hot yoga..."
Val glances around, not quite able to make out the words on the music track, every few words sounding muffled to her aged ears. She knew she hated it though. She sits down on a chair and starts unlacing her boots, swollen knuckles struggling with the knots. "Shit. C'mon you little assholes. Untie!" Her hands throbbed with a dull pain-- something her doctor blamed on rheumatoid arthritis. It made playing her bass a real bitch but she always pushed through. It also meant getting dressed or undressed like this took twice as long unless she let Amy assist, but since she wasn't here she was going to have to make do. It wasn't like she was gonna ask one of these ladies to help out.
"Ooh, what a potty mouth!" Molly snickers, slowly descending to a chair.
Truth be told, her back was killing her today. The arthritis in her we acting up. And, she has a sharp pain her neck, after masturbating in a broom closet... that being said, probably doesn't help that she flicks the bean while sitting her elderly, frail body on bathroom stalls practically everyday!
Sunny, sitting down with a grunt, can't help but snicker.
"Potty mouth, like, who raised you?!"
Sunny use to joke Molly's Grandma's cursing was so bad, Molly thought her name was Jackass till she was three!
... Wasn't really that off from the truth either!
"So, I think I'm the minority here... but does anyone enjoy anything about being old?"
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6