You Knew That
Thursday. It got a little out of hand with yesterday's post, I think. We'll be a little more sensible with this one.
You mean you'll keep it short and intelligible.
Yesterday was one of the better days I can remember, significantly better, the head in pretty good shape, the outlook good, getting up and around with some ease and enthusiasm. Today my Man Ray Heure de l'Observatoire print came back from the frame shop and I'll post a picture of it when I've finished hanging it on the living room wall. Lee Miller's lips in your living room. What more could you ask in life?
How much would you like to bet it takes you a week to hang the damned thing?
I can't afford to make bets anymore, I've blown all my funds on camera gear, book cases and frame shops. But it's, you know, the least you can do as a patriotic American. I know, I listen to the news and read the papers.
Went down to the local government office to show them my birth certificate this afternoon and completed my registration for both Social Security and Medicare. I've entered the cave. They say the new sixty is the old forty and I'm more than willing to believe them, but I'm finding I'm not climbing any mountains, scheduling any studio sessions or dating any of the ladies. I'm photographing the ladies, but that's really not the same. Oh, you knew that.