“And where are you off to this morning?” my neighbour called from her door.
“Oh, I’m heading down to the meeting place – where I’ve been many times before.”
“I hear you like to exercise. Do you go there once a week?”
“Oh, yes, and sometimes oftener,” I answered (with tongue in cheek).
“Is this something the doctor ordered? I’ve noticed you’re looking so well.
Well, thank you, friend, was my comment. “I’ve not been ill for a spell.”
“Are there many there – at this meeting place?” the curious neighbour inquired.
“Oh, sometimes there’s quite a line-up but that’s where I get inspired.”
“It’s the place I renew acquaintances – meet many friends of old,”
“Yes,” she tactfully responded, “no doubt – they’re precious as gold.”
“You’ve got that right,” I answered. “That’s what makes it quality time
And, thanks to the doctor’s orders, we’re existing past our time.”
“Just what do you do at this meeting place?” (My neighbour was getting enthused.)
“Well, we walk, we swap some stories or a friendly hug,” I mused.
“We sometimes carry weights around and our heart rates we record
By using the blood pressure machine. I’d say – we’re never bored.”
“That sounds like fun. Could anyone join? Just where is this gym of thrills?”
“Not a gym,” I laughed, “It’s the pharmacy where we line up for our pills.”
~ Gladys MacDonald
