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Treadmills: Are You on One?
I’d planned to buy a treadmill. Yep, even went shopping for the contraption. After pricing the horrid devices, I forgot about the purchase and joined a gym.
So, now, I go daily for my thirty minutes of agony on that spinning merry-go-round. Some people are hooked on physical fitness. They spend hours each day with strenuous activities. Not me. I’m addicted to cheesecake.
In my current Sarah book, Sarah and the Angelic Magical Makeover, the Superiors send my little dyslexic angel to help a female with a makeover. Sarah and Valerie join a gym, and like me, Sarah finds the equipment brutalizing. If you’ve read any of my Sarah books, you know she’s gonna cause accidents. Unexplained, funny, chaos. Sarah can’t relate to makeup and hair-dos either.
Here’s a scene from the book. Valerie and Sarah are in a salon for a new hair style.
Taylor led Sarah to a chair and draped a cloth about her. Margie’s stylist ushered Valerie to a chair and did the same. Sarah glanced at Valerie in the mirror, smiled and then returned her attention to her stylist.
Taylor fluffed her hands through Sarah’s snarled hair. “What color and cut are you wanting today?”
Sarah cleared her throat. ‘Uh, I’m not sure. What do you suggest?”
I think a blond shade will lighted up sections and give a shimmer your hair doesn’t currently have. What do you think?”
Sarah frowned. “My body has shimmered before, just not down here in this place and time.”
Taylor puckered her brow. “Yes, well, I was speaking of only hair. Would you like it to shimmer again?”
“Yes, please, but I don’t want to get into trouble with my Superiors.”
“I’ll go easy on the color, nothing too dramatic to interfere with employment. We’ll do a temporary color and see how you like it. It will wash out after a couple of shampoos. Since your hair is naturally curly, how about a shorter cut? You’ll add a mousse every time you shampoo then finger comb your style. It’ll be easy.”
Sarah lifted wide eyes to the stylist. “You’re going to put a moose on my head?” She pointed to her scalp. “You can’t do that. Animals are too big. Please don’t put any tiny insects up there either.”
Taylor snorted and attempted to cover her laughter with a cough. “No, no. Mousse is a product, not an animal.”
Taylor and Margie shared a look of horror in the mirror. They must wonder what kind of women had wandered into their salon and if they’d survive.
Taylor cleared her throat. “I’m going to the back to mix color for you. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Margie left to do the same.
Sarah glanced at Valerie. “I’m nervous. You?”
Valerie nodded. “I have no words to describe my anxieties.”
Sarah heard her tummy rumble. “I wish we’d eaten before we came in here. I’m hungry.”
“I’m too tense to eat and that’s a first for me.”
Sarah rubbed her midsection. “I hope I can hold out until we’re finished here. I’m ravenous.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Taylor approach with a bowl. She set the container on the table and Sarah gazed at the contents. The goo appeared to be a creamy, yummy, caramel pudding.
Leaning forward, Sarah scooped up s small amount of mixture with her index finger and promptly stuck it in her mouth.
Taylor gasped. “What are you doing? You can’t eat that! It’s hair color.”
Sarah licked her lips. “I thought it was butterscotch pudding. It doesn’t taste like butterscotch and it doesn’t smell like dessert, but it doesn’t taste too bad.”
Taylor took a giant leap to stand beside Margie. “Should we call 911? I’ve never had a client eat hair paint before.”
Margie scrutinized Sarah. “I don’t know. She didn’t swallow much. It was a small dab. Let’s call poison control and ask what we should do.”
“Don’t eat anymore of it.” Taylor admonished Sarah, and then the two stylists scurried off to find a phone number.
Sarah shrugged. “Why are they so worried?”
“You swallowed chemicals. I guess they need to find out if the medic should come and pump your stomach.”
“Oh, no way. I don’t need that. My stomach is big enough already.” Sarah patted her round belly.
At the end of the book, Sarah accomplishes her mission. Valerie, the earthling, becomes confident and healthy, both physically and mentally. Right choices do that for us.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if an angel came down to help us with doubt? Or weight? Or the myriad of problems we face? Like my treadmill? Or caregiving for my daughter who has early onset dementia?
I plan to put one step in front of the other on the treadmill of life. Is it fun to do the difficult? Nope. Not at all, but with God’s help, and maybe a little assistance from an angel like Sarah, it’s possible.
About the Author
A native Texan, Gay N. Lewis has written and produced videos and for over ten years, and she’s used her imaginative insight in the interior design field. As a pastor’s wife, she writes Faith Features for various church periodicals. She also writes articles for Texas Hill Country. Gay is a published author in romance and fantasy fiction. Her current series is about a dyslexic angel who comes to earth to help humans, but Sarah, the angel, is more like Lucy Ricardo with humorous antics and bumbles. Mattie’s Choice, and Clue into Kindness are not fantasy and romance. These books are women’s fiction. The stories are about abusive men and women who are addicted to an unhealthy relationship. She writes an award-winning blog that features faith and humor.
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How can a dyslexic, low-esteemed, inexperienced angel help Valerie, an insecure, overweight woman with a poor image of herself? To complicate matters, two men present themselves as possible mates for Valerie, but only one is the real deal. Can Sarah achieve a makeover while discovering the true love for Valerie?
Sarah and the Angelic Magical Makeover is available from Amazon.