She sniffed as I passed her standing by the elevator. Elderly (isn’t it funny hoe ones perspective of age changes, especially when you go past 60? Anyway ….) Her inspection of my appearance made it obvious that I didn’t pass muster. Curious I reviewed the bidding; running shoes and socks – check, tights – check, long sleeve hooded top over exercise top – check, headphones and iPod. Yes, all present and accounted for. Admittedly the towel around my neck is not the most elegant of accessories but I had just spent the past hour in the gym. Perhaps it was my hair not properly coifed?
Anyway. I am developing the ability to just look through these biddies without registering either of our mutually disgusted opinions. She doesn’t approve of my sweating or appearance, I don’t care for her attitude or excessive of jewelry & perfume. I think it is a draw.
Meanwhile, this is Boston comeplete with cold and blowing wind which was probably not appreciated by the thousands turned out this morning for some race. The street barricades were just coming down as we drove from the cruise terminal to near Fanueil Hall.
The are no signs of th big dig which held downtown Boston hosts for years. Te roads don’t seem quite the same but that could just be my confusion. I am off in search of some polar fleece and an attitude adjustment!