28,333 days into my life span I have been experiencing some turbulence. I suppose it’s my silver hair, eg, suddenly people regularly offer me their subway seats.

The line for the "by invitation members-only” preview of the reopening of the renovated Museum of Modern Art was around the block as we found our way to its. As we took our place in line, the woman ahead of us was complaining to a MOMA representative that she was canceling her membership because waiting on such a line was no way to be treated as a Member for so many years.

Last night I was successfully inducted into The Union League. The process was deliberate and the ceremony meaningful. The Union League was established by Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War as “a last attempt at saving the Union”. While this organization is known for its beautiful golf courses, fancy restaurants, yacht clubs, fine dining, fancy parties, book clubs, political discussions and the list goes on....the closing argument for me was the values the League continues to uphold and practice.

  We are big fans of regional theatre. We have seen a full range of shows, some better than others, but all home grown and fun.

  My husband and I are finding ourselves with a shortage of good television to watch. We are still mourning the loss of Game of Thrones. We generally DVR the programs we want to watch and, lately, the DVR is relatively empty.    

Yesterday my father in law told me I'm his fave son-in-law.   Really an unfair question.  I am the only son-in-law!  It happened at his 90th birthday.  The immediate family with one exception gathered together to celebrate.  Four generations.  Two Daughters.  One of two grandsons. Three granddaughters, one with husband (thus explaining).

I have a new understanding and respect for those that use make up. It was last Tuesday at the dermatologist that my awakening began.   While I'm sitting there discussing skin care, she says "What's that?" looking closely at my nose. "We need to get a sample of that." Before I could say anything I'm lying down and she is putting novocaine (or something like that) into my nose and getting the scalpel ready.  

I have been a Yankee fan since before MicKEY MANtle was a rookie. Watching Yankee games with my father on early black and white TV was one of my earliest and most favorite childhood memories.