Somehow I missed a day in my August posts. Oh, well.
Here's an observation for today: I had to go to a doctor's appointment on 59th Street this morning, and as I walked into the building and toward the elevator, a woman emerged from the elevator wearing what might be described-- anywhere other than Manhattan-- as a "get-up." Somehow in that moment I very much enjoyed the performance of her: Huge round black and rhinestone sunglasses, a fur stole of some kind, high cork platform shoes, hair smoothed back into a tight bun. It was hard to say what age she was. I suppose she could have been anywhere from 25 to 45. As I looked at her, she clutched at her stole, gathering it more tightly around her shoulders. Even that gesture pleased me.