I interview me, and then go to the concert in Central Park & it’s my birthday!

Welcome to my world.

Click on the photo to enlarge it I was beginning to obsess over this photo because it wasn’t the one I wanted, but hey I just learned to put them in. Learning photoshop, because, just because. Of course, I haven’t begun yet but do have the program.

Tomorrow I will reconstruct all photo posts, and make them larger than this, maybe

Somebody sent me this birthday video. It has a few things dear to my heart–including something I was living without

Since I’m interviewing me I can dispense with the warm-up and get right to it. I’m interviewing me in our living room. Savannah 3, the newest desk top is transcribing the interview. Toto, our imaginary Maltese or Golden Retriever depending on our mood whispers some questions. Toto needs more practice so we don’t ask them. She sulks and goes into the bedroom. I am in Italic bold, because I like it. Me is just in bold.

I: For a baby boomer, you seem awfully eager to have your birthday known. Do you really want to be identified with W who just had a birthday?

I was born in the 50’s, different decade. I will never relate to W. Nor will I ever be ashamed of begining college in 1968. It was the perfect year to be a freshman in school. No parents to answer to, the dorm had curfews for freshman girls. 10:30 during the week, One AM on weekends, but for reasons too absurd, long and funny to go into here I was exempt from the rules. The next year there were no curfews or demerits for doing stuff like not wearing shoes in your own room. Fifteen demerits and you were campused, or couldn’t leave the dorms on weekend. I was campused twice in the approximately eight weeks that the the rules applied to me. They thought I was an evil hippie girl with horrible taste in male friends. In 1970 the dorms became coed.

Are you planning on putting that in the book?

You know the answer to that. Great stories should be told. This was a small tease.

Tease could be used to describe you. Why do you have a silly pink blog with a pin-up, and yet often write serious stuff?

You make me. I just like to write about our life when people thought that we were a wild thing.”

You were. I always had class. You said something to somebody about the apartment celebrating a birthday today?”

“Nine years ago today, I circled 20something ads and called the realtors because I couldn’t go to the open houses. Birthday things. About seven realtors got back to me. I had been looking for a year and was giving it one more month as I knew prices were going to rise dramatically.

Ours was the third bid. Yet the best. Not in numbers. But because we had it all together, and didn’t need a cosigner or anything. And our hair covered the three earrings in one ear, and the two in the other. We also know how to dress and talk appropriately. The realtor thought that we would go over best with the board. And we did.”

What are you planning on doing with Courting for the rest of the summer?

Put in pictures. With a line or four. Think it will be fun and good practice, and won’t spend more than fifteen minutes on a post.

What else are you planning to do?

We have plans. You know what they are. I’m tired of your stupid questions. We should begin to get ready to go out for dinner. And it’s hot out. Our kind of weather. The rest of the world wilts and we come alive.

Yes, I have always found that strange about you I mean us, or do I? Now I’m confused. If you could only pick one blog to read today besides the Dawg’s and yours, which would you pick?

Bone has an exceptional story. I have been sort of a mentor to him. He can also proof like nobody I have ever met and I know people who have been copy editors for years at large publications. Anything said further on this subject would get me into trouble with somebody.

So where are we going to dinner again?

Somewhere pricey. Like Jean George but not. We’re not paying nor are we saying whom we are going out with

Don’t you want to go to the Boat Basin?

We go there at least three times a week. No, not tonight. Thought that you were supposed to be a good interviewer. You’re boring.

Apparently we then go into the bath off the living room and take a shower.

Last week the symphony in Central Park was cancelled because the rains never stopped. This week it was hot, and the residents of Manhattan determined. Went with Lucia, Little Luce and her newest best friend Jolie. They bike rode around the perimeter of Central Park, six miles, in 95 degree heat. Jolie did it three times. When I was their age, fifteen, I didn’t realize that Central Park was hilly.