Z is for Zelda

Zelda shopped yesterday for a xylophone. It was for her weird Uncle Verge. That is the strangest spelling for his name, but so is he. He rules her universe. When he asks for something, Zelda sees that he gets it, even if she has to go through thirty turnstiles to get it.
After a day with Uncle Verge, she needs to be still and rest. A lot.
Today the quest is for people Uncle Verge loves. The one he loves the is coming to see him. It will put him over the rainbow.
Notation to self: keep the people you love happy.
She didn't know what she needed to put into motion to make his dreams come true, but she thought she might need some lotion to grease the wheels of some to come to him. Her knowledge of his past and the ones he loved proved to be what was needed to get some to join them. It took doing to change the inertia of some of the loved ones.
Hereafter, she will look twice before leaping.
She hoped that Uncle Verge's gratitude would make for fun, faith and frivolities for everyone there. She wanted them to enjoy some dancing in the dark.
The changes on Uncle Verge, when he saw everyone there, was a beauty to behold.
And, no, she did not have to yell, " April Fool's" because it wasn't. It was the last day of April and not the first.
 I hope with my little story, I have kept all of my April posts in your mind. I also hope you have enjoyed this as much as I have.




Here is to Zelda. Growing mature with grace and beauty.

April Fool's!

This year I am again participating in the April A to Z blogging challenge. I decided this year that I would tackle it as Aging by alphabet.
 And since we are starting with A let's start with April Fool's.

You woke up one morning and got ready for work, and there, in the shower drain, were these white strings. Where did they come from? Could it be hair? Surely not.
It should be the dark, dark strands you are used to looking at, now they are white. What gives? Where is my hairdresser's number? What did she do to me? Now how did that happen? Who put bleach on my pillow? It has to be a joke. I am way too young to have this white hair. Surely it is just a few. I can just pluck out the rest.
Um, that's not a good idea. What else can I do?
Shoe polish. That would work for this morning. Um, the wax kind is hard to stay in place. Maybe, I have some liquid kind.
Forget it. Maybe the ones left in won't show.
I know my reaction is foolish. But, really, I am not ready to be old.
I won't be old.

And where did my dark hair go?
It has to be a joke.
That's it. It's April 1st.

April Fool's.