Too soon, too soon. I wrote late last night after a day in Hamilton celebrating a friend's birthday. I haven't even had my swim yet. Slow start. I'll check in later....don't hold your breath.
Here I am, end of another day. Today is Sunday New York Times Day. Every week we are urged to read the most gripping novel(s) of the year, a book you can't put down, a revelation, something you never knew. One has to read between the lines to decide. I think I have to wait a little longer before I order things. Well, some things I know I don't need or want, but then, you never can tell. All my life I have always thought there was something else I must know, must learn before I put it all together. I have learned a little, but not enough, never enough.
Oh, now, how about the fashion? T-magazine came this week, too, "Revisiting Spirit," with reports on cutting edge (?) arts, décor, fashion, and so on. Well, the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) has helped me to a deeper understanding for and indifference to Fashion. I look at most of the creations and I wonder how one could get on the subway wearing any of them. I do, however, admire much of the fashion I see on my fellow passengers. I like the long black skirts that some of the women wear. I bought one for myself, actually, but I have never worn it on the subway. I'm afraid of tripping. I have enough trouble with escalators as it is. I worry about young women's feet. They wear flip-flops and I'm afraid they will stub their toes and ruin their arches.
Ah, well, I do run on. And so does my battery. Time to re-charge. Anon, anon.