Man oh man do I need a computer at home. I mean, I'm like one of probably four people in the U.S. over the age of five that can't go online at home. I long to write my every thought here because I know that surely you will all be riveted by my stories.
Actually I was just dying to post Yesterday to tell you all that although I will be a number older in just a few days, I did something that took me back to my twenties. I rollerbladed to work! This may seem very un-nostalgic to you but I am a woman who lived in South Beach Miami, NYC and San Francisco before coming to this town that runs on fuel. I walked to work or to and from a bus stop for the better part of my twenties and I remember having such exciting times doing so. Yes, a lot of the reason had to do with the locations. I lived in Miami right at the birth of the Madonna "SEX" era. It was so exciting to walk home form the salon down Ocean Drive all twenty and confident. And you can imagine the amount of clothes...or lack thereof that everyone sported. It was like a nightclub 24/7 every inch of every block. I mean it was early nineties and blow was still...well...called blow. Then I moved to SF and everybody knows that having a car there is merely a way to support the local DPT and lose your shirt doing it. I moved to Sf right at the Dot Com fertilization...the birth hadn't quite come yet but once it did...wow did that place blow up. And you were never walking alone. Someone was always right in front-or back of you racing to catch the 5 Fulton or the 42 Masonic. Then NYC....with the Mother of all Public Transportation Systems. If I wasn't walking from one side of the park to the other I was on a sub to midtown. Now I live here where a car is more necessary than a job and the idea of walking more than two blocks is lost on most. As I rollerbladed to work I felt as though I had returned to who I was before I started trying to fit in here.
It's raining today so I drove....but tomorrow I'll be on those skates again.
I appreciate the comments you ladies left about the 4th grader I wrote about last post. For the first time since I can remember, I wasn't even curious about the Emmy's this year. Those who know me understand the severity of this. Joan Rivers has nothing on me when it comes to fashion critiquing. But meeting that girl made me so ashamed of the entertainment world and what we are doing to our young. I just couldn't find the enthusiasm for the spectacle that is Hollywood this year.