Since at least a 20th of Courting is about her or uses her in some way, all favorably…Can’t help it, she’s a great person who has raised an outstanding fifteen year old daughter. Who really needs a new name. Beautiful teenage girls who are 5’10″,” a body to die for, long luxuriant dark hair with bleached sides.

Okay both Lucia and I believe that teenage girls should be able to express themselves through died hair, and funky clothes. LL went from a girl who couldn’t care less about fashion to somebody who frequents Soho stores and finds incredible bargains for ten dollars. She’s totally grounded, in some senses, and totally fifteen in others. Don’t write about her much because I do respect teenage privacy.

Would actually approve if she were into tatoos and body piercing except for the tongue, as I do have limits. It was worth staying in New York to watch her bocome the beautiful young lady she usually is, though I do like it when she’s pouty. And she’s got a wicked sense of her humor that I won’t repeat because right now most of her jokes are mom jokes. You know, the “I have to make a lot of money and quickly so that I can put you in the worst nursing home,” variety of jokes. Only she does them better.

And I have to say that the L’s are becoming more clever than The Gilmore Girls. This wasn’t difficult; didn’t find the G girls particularly clever this week, and BL was a repeat.

If I hadn’t stayed in New York, I wouldn’t have been around to watch my niece grow into an amazing eleven year old teen age girls. There’s a story in the archives; a tale of two stores; Tifany’s and Alexanders, about an elementary school grad gift I gave her from Tiffany’s.

My elementary school anythings were from Alexanders. It was embarrassing when we moved to the real North Shore of the Island from the furtherest part of North East Queens. Thirteen miles due east made a world of difference.

As an adult who shopped mainly at vintage stores, Fiorcucci because it was so cool and near my apartment on 63 off Fifth, Bloomingdales for convience and great white sales, I was obsessed with sheets, you would be too if the nearest laundry was practically your mother’s house on the Island, I did grow to appreciate Alexanders for its high quality pantyhose–yick, bags and other life essentials.

But I think I want my niece’s appreciation of the finer things in life. She’s getting her first pair of glasses next week, and will be going out West for the first time for Spring Break. Her parents asked if she wanted to leave the Wednesday she finishes school or stay home that night for a Seder and leave the next day. without thinking she opted for the second choice.

Really proud of Jacqueline Savage as she now wants to be called. Her name, even on thses pages isn’t Jacqueline; my mother, sister and I taught her to appreciate the single best Kennedy besides Caroline early in life. Okay I gave her a Jackie type Barbie, I have one too. So does LL.

Jacqueline, pronounced the French way, wants to change her name to Savage in honor of me. She also wants her parents to change their name. While her parents will do anything for her, not sure that they’re willing to do that. Maybe if I wrote a best seller, they’ll stop asking me to leave the country.

That’s a joke. When I begin making really bad jokes then explaining them, babble about things that I never usually talk about or are strangely silent, I’m having an anxiety attack.

Only I write about mine.

I’m neurotic as anything and everything, and maybe a bit proud of that. Love living outside the box. Some people think outside the box; I live outside it. When I was a manager in private industry, I was a great macromanager; then I worked for SSI where I was virtually, but in a real sense, my own boss, and micromanaged many lives. As I did when I became a Licensed Social Worker.