I'm just wondering who does their own laundry? I do. I've tried giving it to the guys downstairs, but they put it away wet or use strange smelling softeners or fold thing so oddly, I'd just rather do it myself. I have to use the laundry in the basement of my coop. Its a luxury in Manhattan to have your own washer-dryer. Statistically, only 20% of apartments on this island have their own equipment. A real status symbol. Sometimes the real estate agent will make sure the dryer is running during an open house just so people know.

I have always been a student of people. I enjoy hearing their stories. I think it helps to broaden my own perspectives.

Last week I was playing on my laptop and planned a cruise around Greece for my husband and I. Nothing was booked; nor did I even sign into any website. But, in my mind, I found the ideal cruise for us. I then looked at possible shore excursions using a few different websites.

When we came home last night we turned on the TV and watched a movie I haven't seen since it was in the theatres twenty-four years ago.  Thelma and Louise. A classic. It got me thinking about my favorite movies over the years.   Here is part of my list:  

I'm in Chicago for my niece's wedding tonight. Should be a great time. But that's not what this blog is about.   Chicago is a great city. Really clean, lots of good restaurants and places of interest. We checked into the Hyatt Place, a beautiful hotel, in the middle of the city and found our room. I didn't notice it then but when I got ready for bed, there on the nightstand was a pair of ear plugs. That's a first...ear plugs.  

Following up on last Friday's Three Stages of Life blog, I was pleased to learn that, by one standard of measurement, all my hard work seems to have paid off. I was reading last week's Science Times and there was an article about Senior Olympians who had been tested for their "fitness age".  The article referenced a web site: worldfitnesslevel.org.  (Try it you might like it. :))

I was walking up the aisle from my front row seat at intermission of “Shows for Days” at the Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center; “Ben, your shirt is open.” (Actually, I was wearing a T shirt under an open shirt.) I looked around and when I focused on Gothamite Richard Fromewick seated several rows up the aisle, I replied that I was thankful that I had a T shirt on at all.

Today, Wed. July 15, is my 61st birthday. A decade older than Roger Maris when he left this mortal coil.