That's just wrong.
I think. Actually, I doubt god would mind. But still...
Looking up and seeing this jet flying over the city gave me pause:
This squirrel down in Battery Park had an attitude:
More photos of downtown Manhattan:
Have you heard those things? They make weird, fricking noises. I don't like them.
Wednesday night we ate dinner at the apartment of my Squeamish Daughter (she knows what I am talking about when I call her that) and I stayed the night at my son's place. Martin slept with me. These aren't actually pictures of Martin sleeping with me but they are pictures of Martin sleeping. I suspect she has no bones:
Thursday night, Squeamish Daughter took me out to meet some of her friends and bought me expensive wine. After that, we had dinner with my youngest and her husband, in Brooklyn where I spent the night. I was so tired from walking that my skin hurt. I am not kidding. My youngest suggested it was just dry skin but I assure you it is not. It is because my skin MOVED. I would be built like a fashion model (even without estrogen) if I lived here for a month. Right now, if my thighs weren't swollen to twice their size due to inflammation from exercise, they'd look like sticks. I am sure of it. I have been walking like you wouldn't believe.
Living in NYC is hard. The natives and young people are used to it but it is HARD. Everywhere you go, people are scurrying. They carry things with them. It is cold or yucky outside and they don't notice. They put in long hours. Many have to go to laundromats. Restaurants have fabulous food but in cold weather, they are cold and drafty. The school playgrounds are on concrete. How is that possible? How is that safe?
I am used to big houses with a yard for the dogs and you don't have to walk them to let them go to the bathroom and life is easy and comfortable. If someone pooped on my sidewalk or I saw a rat near my house, I would freak out. If someone honked a horn on my street, I would assume they had a mental problem.
And this easy life is why my butt is getting so big.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl