Strong winds are added to the mix of wet, cold and dank. The start of the Memorial
Day Weekend and it's 47°. Still, I’d prefer that to 87° if I’m stuck in
the city.
My hair is out of
control ugly. I washed it this morning and didn't bother to blow it dry,
given the rainy, damp weather. The white roots near my path make me look like Cruella de Vil, according to
Alexander. I pull it back into a small ponytail
that doesn’t help at all.
Last week I felt a small
pre-cancerous rough patch of skin above my lip — a tiny tiny thing that my dermatologist froze off. It has since morphed into a not tiny thing
that resembles a herpes-like scab. In
short, I look hideous.
I ask Alexander to take a
picture. He doesn’t want to, but gives
in. In a span of about 30 seconds, he
takes 54 pictures (so I won't ask him again). This is the best
one. My roots aren’t showing, nor is the
mess on my upper lip.
I decide to venture out despite my hair and lip. I go to the NY Historical Society to see a great exhibit on World War II and NYC. I try to convince Alexander to come with me but even a bribe doesn't work.
The exhibit ends on Monday. I get there and it's mobbed. But I don't see a single person I know. Good.
Unrelated computer tip:
I found out how to make a degree sign on a
Mac keyboard. Shift-option-8. In case you ever need it.
keep those Mac tricks coming!!!
ReplyDelete(and it's 48° now!!! gorgeous!)