First Post
Well..after 3 years of lurking around and commenting ( at great length I may add ) on other people's journals I finally decided to post something on my own ( with a little help from my friends of course, thanks my_cynnr) . It may also have something to do with the fact that I turn 50 tomorrow. I don't exactly know how the 2 connect myself but there you are. Turning 50 has turned out to be a little bit more of a big deal than I'm comfortable admitting to, not that I'm complaining mind you, the alternative being death and all, but it took me completely by surprise the other day when I looked in the mirror and saw a decidedly middle-aged looking woman staring back at me. Not an unattractive middle aged woman but still not how I've been envisioning myself in my head all these years. Where did that sylph-like size 4 creature who used to punk herself out and spend all night at the Rathskellar in Kenmore Square listening to the Ramones and NY Dolls play live go? Staying up all night? I'm lucky if I make the news. Punked out? Hey ..my wadrobe is still predominantly black. Size 4? Let's not even go there, I blame menopause for that one, but that's another rant for another day.
My husband made it very special for me though. The Fogg Art Museum at Harvard has the biggest collection of Pre-Raphaelite painting outside of England, so he made arrangements with the curator for me to view prints and paintings by Rossetti not currently on view, then we had a great dinner at a restaurant newly opened by the former manager of our current favorite restaurant and then heard great jazz and drank Manhattans at the Regatta Bar at the Charles Hotel. And for the crowning cherry tomorrow we go to Fenway Park, our city's hallowed basilica of baseball, and see the Red Sox play the Royals. I will probably freeze various parts of my anatomy off, spring has not sprung in Boston quite yet, but anything for my "boys",
So that's the first post which probably no one will ever read but that's fine, it's actually quite a cathartic little process. Next on the agenda...well let's see, maybe a good " I could hit Mary Renault, who I really do love, on the head for what she did in The Persian Boy and what's up with all this Bagoas is Hephaistion's rival twaddle" that could be fun and possibly rival War and Peace in length, then there's the joy and fulfillment of home improvement, my motto for that being " keep your checkbook open and your vodka in the freezer" , and of course there's menopause. Hot flash anyone? Totally baffling weight gain? Yeah, let's all break into a chorus of " I enjoy being a girl." Wish me and Sox luck!
My husband made it very special for me though. The Fogg Art Museum at Harvard has the biggest collection of Pre-Raphaelite painting outside of England, so he made arrangements with the curator for me to view prints and paintings by Rossetti not currently on view, then we had a great dinner at a restaurant newly opened by the former manager of our current favorite restaurant and then heard great jazz and drank Manhattans at the Regatta Bar at the Charles Hotel. And for the crowning cherry tomorrow we go to Fenway Park, our city's hallowed basilica of baseball, and see the Red Sox play the Royals. I will probably freeze various parts of my anatomy off, spring has not sprung in Boston quite yet, but anything for my "boys",
So that's the first post which probably no one will ever read but that's fine, it's actually quite a cathartic little process. Next on the agenda...well let's see, maybe a good " I could hit Mary Renault, who I really do love, on the head for what she did in The Persian Boy and what's up with all this Bagoas is Hephaistion's rival twaddle" that could be fun and possibly rival War and Peace in length, then there's the joy and fulfillment of home improvement, my motto for that being " keep your checkbook open and your vodka in the freezer" , and of course there's menopause. Hot flash anyone? Totally baffling weight gain? Yeah, let's all break into a chorus of " I enjoy being a girl." Wish me and Sox luck!