Facebook is so much more than just keeping up with friends. I find the most spectacular things on Facebook, and this picture of shelves of blue books just called to me.
Of course I showed hubby the picture right away because he’s at tag sales every weekend and he came home with a few for me. It will be fun browsing antique stores, also, I’m sure we will find treasures...
My friend, Carlene sent me a link to this Vanity Fair article with Lauren Bacall from March of 2011, and it’s a wonderful read. She was really something, Betty Bacall, a strong woman with a potty mouth and very strong opinions. Here’s an excerpt...
The apartment is cavernous, on a high floor of the Dakota, on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Huge windows overlook Central Park, 30 feet above the tree line, with the grand residential buildings of Fifth Avenue in the distance. My meetings with Lauren Bacall, who is 86, are at three P.M. in the winter, so the light is silvery blue in the wood-trimmed parlor, where Bacall has set the scene for our sessions. A tall wooden chair, for her, is positioned in the center of the room, near a low, white-and-green-upholstered club chair, for me. A single lamp burns in a distant corner. She is dressed, every time, in a black shirt, black pants, and black orthopedic shoes. She always has with her Sophie, an excitable papillon, and what she refers to as “my friend,” her aluminum walker, with tennis balls on its feet. The “fucking fracture that I’ve got on the hip” is the result of a bathroom fall a few months back, a frustrating how-do-you-do after a life of near-perfect health. “Can you imagine? It’s the only time I have been in the hospital except for the times when I gave birth,” she says. A fighter by nature, Bacall has begun to venture out, supported by her walker, onto 72nd Street, going alone to physical therapy, for the most part unrecognized, just another senior citizen. “People don’t pay any attention to me or the walker,” she says. “The other night I was going into a doctor’s office, and some son of a bitch came out of the building, almost knocked me over. I said, ‘You’re a fucking ape!’—screaming at him. He never even turned around. Couldn’t care less, this big horse of a man.”
This Grammie experience is just the best and it keeps on getting better!
Miss Lexi is now three months old, and a total charmer. She smiles all the time, laughs out loud, sleeps twelve hours a night and is a little social butterfly. She’s out and about all the time and that red hair gets her a lot of attention. Her daddy got a lot of attention when he was a little boy because of that hair, too. I’m loving these baby blues, her eyes just sparkle!
Oh, what a treasure this one is…..
The older I get, the more I reflect. My family has heard over and over how there were two things in life that didn’t happen for me. I never got a horse and I never lived on the water. They’re tired of me talking about it, I’m like a broken record, especially about a house on the water. It wouldn’t have needed to be a big house, just a little lake house, with lots of windows, pine trees and a stone fireplace, but it didn’t happen. But actually, I do have a few other woulda, coulda, shoulda’s...
I also regret that I never had a Vespa.
Not a new one, an oldie like the one above. Wouldn’t this have been just fantastic! Never woulda happened, actually I’m terrified of any kind of motorcycle, but a Vespa is just so awesome!
And poor hubby has heard me dream for years about wanting a Woodie. Oh yeah, a dark green beauty, I would have loved this.
And lately I’ve had thoughts of owning a VF bus from the 50’s. Not a hippie bus, but a spiffy red one like this.
But what I really, really would like to have is a Glamper! A retro one like this with a great interior like the one below.
But none of the above is going to happen. I would have had a shot at a Glamper if we were younger, but we’re too old now, I’m afraid the thrill would be gone after just a few trips to the wilderness anyway. We’ve never been campers.
But an (older) girl’s gotta dream, even if the dreams don’t come true. Age creeps up on you and you realize there are limitations that weren’t a factor when you were younger. But darn, that VW bus would look so cool pulling a glamper and pulling up to that little lake house with the Vespa parked out front and the woodie in the garage!
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