Today's Happiness: A fan in the window! It's been such a hideously hot summer that I haven't been able to enjoy the soft whirring of the fan and the gentle infusion of fresh air ... until tonight!
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.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
$645 vs. $465
My theater buddy, Barb, makes a great deal more money than I do. Consequently, the prices of things aren't as important to her as they are to me. She ordered our fall/winter theater tickets and, when I asked her how much they were, she responded, "I don't remember exactly. $645?" So I set aside $650 from my freelance job so I could give her cash next time I saw her.
The thing of it is, she transposed the numbers. I just learned that actually owe Barb $465! That's $200! Pin money for her, perhaps, but real money for me.
As luck would have it, Barbra Streisand tickets went on sale at 10:00 AM yesterday, and some nosebleed seats are still available. And so now I can afford to go!
I know I should put that money toward paying bills, or putting cash away for retirement. But I also deserve to see Babs. She's been part of my life for decades, speaking to me and for me. She's 70 now, and I want to celebrate that. She's still happy, still looks good, and is still in good voice. She's outlived the other divas, from Garland to Houston. That deserves a cheer.
The thing of it is, she transposed the numbers. I just learned that actually owe Barb $465! That's $200! Pin money for her, perhaps, but real money for me.
As luck would have it, Barbra Streisand tickets went on sale at 10:00 AM yesterday, and some nosebleed seats are still available. And so now I can afford to go!
I know I should put that money toward paying bills, or putting cash away for retirement. But I also deserve to see Babs. She's been part of my life for decades, speaking to me and for me. She's 70 now, and I want to celebrate that. She's still happy, still looks good, and is still in good voice. She's outlived the other divas, from Garland to Houston. That deserves a cheer.
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