Birth Day + 68

The best I could ever feel was: "I don't look too bad."

That was me, speaking to myself on the odd day throughout my life. Most days I lived life feeling only that I could "pass." Passing was a concept I learned from reading about people who appeared white but were black. I felt I could pass as "not ugly" on good days.

But this morning, it being my birthday, I received some photos from my past from my ex, whom I love to bits, and I was shocked because I thought I looked better than I felt, seeing my younger self with these old eyes. These must date from the early 1980s.

Today I am 68 and I am used to my old face.

Taken this morning in the garden out front of the
pharmacy behind my building. Yesterday was 14°. 

The pit beside our building. A source of tremendous
noise since the beginning of June. 

I met a man on the bus. He was charming.
This is his address book. He is a Milliner.

Dinner last night. Octopus at Forage Restaurant.
Dessert, below, was verbena ricotta cheese and blueberries.

My breakfast with Dwight this morning.