a promise is a promise

For a long time I've been wondering what my blog is about. It's eclectic and moves like a bee from flower/idea to flower. Well, I guess it's about ageing: tracking the deterioration of an ooold woman (me).  I'm here, as promised, but I wasn't much use to anyone today. I was tired and not thinking too heavily. Nevertheless, I used the time well for myself: I went though a basket full of season brochures, catalogues, old New Yorkers, professional newsletters, and stuff, culling and  saving tear sheets and managing to throw out a pile of paper.  That's a good feeling. Soon I'll tell you what's creeping up on me. I'll give you a hint:

"The old order changeth, yielding place to new..."

This is what separates the old from the  young.  More anon.