New York City is one of a kind. You can find anything here, at any time of the day.
The people here seem to be in a hurry at all times. Women, especially, are hard-charging in heels, which is a talent I will never master, even on my best day. They are well-dressed at all times, wearing the latest fashion -- boots, skinny jeans or leggings and little ruffly skirts.
Black still rules fashion here, but the clothing stores are showing color in all the windows for summer. Wonder who will wear them?
We saw Memphis on Broadway. Great show. Such talent performers have.
So many people everywhere you look. Amazing. But not enough green spaces.
Saw a brownstone for sale and wondered how much it was going for. Probably 2 or 3 million, AND it needs work. Only in New York.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I used to get updates from the Real Age website, where you can take a test and see what your Real Age is, they say. I also took a similar test on our Wii Fit Plus program, and that didn't turn out so well. I was ready to send all of those mini Miis packing when they told me I had the body of someone in their 70s. And just because I couldn't balance on one leg, which I don't think I have ever been able to do!
I know that when I had a stress test more than ten years ago they said I had a great heart for someone my age, which I credit to genetics, and when I had my hearing test I was told I had the hearing of a ten year old.
So from all of this I gather that no one has a clue how old we really are, least of all us. But that doesn't keep us from getting a little down when we see just how many candles are on this year's cake, which is plain old poppycock, (a word I have always wanted to use in an article.)
How old am I? Well, I think I will go with that other adage that says Age Is Just a Number -- one we can control or let control us.