I am thoroughly enjoying, Furious Love, the biography of the Taylor-Burton scandal/marriage/divorce/remarriage/divorce drama. I especially appreciated it this afternoon while I was stuck, once again, at the laundromat.
There is something wonderful about doing something so freaking ordinary -- eating a Wendy's hamburger as I watch my clothes go round and round in the dryer -- while keeping company with a woman who bounced from homes in Celigny and Gstaad to the Dorchester to her yacht … who partied with Noel Coward and Maria Callas and Peter O'Toole and Warren Beatty and John Huston … who can pair her 30+k diamond ring with her 69.42k diamond pendant …
Sure, LaLiz may have had eight marriages to seven men, but it's not like I'm not worldly-wise in my own way. I know when it's better to use the front loader.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I must check this out.
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