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.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Feeling virtuous this morning
Yesterday, after lunch with my nephew, I didn't take a cab* home. Instead I walked to the high school and took the Saturday bus home.
• This cost $1.75, vs. $12 to $20 in car fare
• It had me hoofing it for more than a mile and a half, and at a nice clip
• I traveled the same route I took when I was a high school student, 45 years ago, and I was surprised by how clearly I remembered it.
My favorite part of this journey, though, took place at the bus stop. I was waiting with a woman who told me she was 64 years old and spoke to me as though I was much, much younger. I am so not. (I'm 58.) This made me happy.
Now I'd just had my hair done. I was dressed in jeans in a t-shirt. My glasses were dark and obscured my face somewhat. But still, to be viewed as "a kid" by a peer made me happy.
*or Uber or Lyft
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That would have made me happy too!
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