Wanted: A Fountain of Youth

Something I have discovered in my dotage is the absurdity that my appearance could match what is inside this aging corpus. I shun mirrors. Who is that older lady reflected in the glass door of the bank? (The door guard at the bank always directs me to the line reserved for pregnant, disabled and elderly people!) Is is that obvious? Isn't 65 the new 40? I'm nobody's granny, I still feel sexy - well, sometimes -- even though it is becoming obvious that nobody else thinks I am.

My new gig at Keiser University started a couple of weeks ago, and I simply love strolling the campus, smiling at the students, and feeling young and purposeful. Below is the entrance to the campus I use. The campus has rather tight security, which is doubtless comforting to parents of dormitory students.

I've been helping to put together a little writers' community blog to which students, faculty, and people in the local region are welcome to submit. (More coming on that soon!) I've gotten my tutorial toes wet with the first post by a Keiser student. I can relate to the difficulties of writing in a second language - my written Spanish is laughably literal. I hope I can be truly helpful, in a fair exchange for the positive dimension this arrangement has already given my life here. The campus is very tranquil and well landscaped, the staff and faculty have all been friendly and welcoming. I wish you could hear this burbling fountain! So calming...

And just before my home office, a little container garden:

Uh,oh... there's my reflection in the glass door of the Academic Support center...>>>

Isn't this a lovely campus?

Best of all, from my perspective as a neophyte Spanish speaker, Keiser is an English-language campus, with occasional signage to remind its denizens:

Now, about a date for the spring formal...