I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge today, seventeen days short of my 74th birthday. Then continued walking to a bus stop to get into Sausalito; took the ferry back to SF; had enough evergy to meet Robin and go out for dinner. Not too bad, for an old lady.
Monday the New York Times had an excellent article titled, "For the Elderly, Being Heard About Life’s End", that subject we don’t want to acknowledge. You can read it here. They say all the things I want to say.
I’m in San Francisco this week; my internet access is only so-so. I’ll tell you all about it when I return home on Saturday.
The Courbet self portraits I saw in New York inspired me to play with some of my photos. Strictly speaking these aren’t self portraits, just manipulated pictures. I’ll keep working toward more interesting things.
The backgrounds are from my photos of a scroll painting at the Metropolitan Museum.
I usually don’t bother with screen savers, but recently I set my Mac to show images from my picture archives, chosen at random and severely cropped. Some of them are blurred and awful, others are amazing, sharp and clear even on my 20" monitor. (I like big; something to do with my vision,) I am impressed with what my funny, digital camera can do. I just wish I could control it better.
I worked on my leg exercises forty minutes this morning and then went to the fitness center to use the bike and the leg press. I’ve been suffering all day. My pt said if I’m not tired and sore, I’m not building muscle. I must have built lots of muscle yesterday and today.
I had other things to do, but I feel like I’ve been dragging myself around all day. I’m committed to building those muscles so I’ll keep working on it. Maybe I’ll go to bed early tonight.
100 Books Before I Die 