It’s my birthday week and I am turning very seriously old: 60. Jesus. Definitive old lady territory. No two ways about it, old, old, old. Anyway, I’m trying to do one nice thing for myself every day. Today I’m treating myself to a haircut. Nothing drastic, but wish me luck. It will either be tears or me doing that Marlo Thomas twirl from That Girl (thank you, Karen). (But I need a parasol.) Or, I could do the Mary Tyler Moore throw your hat up in the air, “You’re going to make it after all” twirl. I have a hat.
Last night my friends Dimitra and Peter paid for my dinner because it was my birthday week. Thank you, Dimitra and Peter!
Hanksy’s mural of Donald Trump on Orchard Street. Thank you, Hanksy.