I'm hoping to make it until the end
If one more person tells me I should continue my Inside Saratoga column, I'll scream. No one, and I mean no one, wants to continue more than I do. If I get through this very busy season all in one piece I will see.
I promised myself a long time ago that I would make until I reached 80. But that's not until Sept. 10, 2012. And with all my health issues, I'm not so sure I can.
I do write from home and people are wonderful about sending me information about their goings-on, but I do feel compelled to attend many, as well.
I have bad feet to boot (SORRY), which means ugly shoes if I am going to walk any distance. But then I think how often do I look at other people's feet.
I certainly notice all the gorgeous young ladies that attend so many of the fund-raisers in their 4-inch-high shoes or jewelry encrusted sandals, but anyone near my age has the same troubles.
So, here comes another summer of partying. I just hope I make it until the end.
I promised myself a long time ago that I would make until I reached 80. But that's not until Sept. 10, 2012. And with all my health issues, I'm not so sure I can.
I do write from home and people are wonderful about sending me information about their goings-on, but I do feel compelled to attend many, as well.
I have bad feet to boot (SORRY), which means ugly shoes if I am going to walk any distance. But then I think how often do I look at other people's feet.
I certainly notice all the gorgeous young ladies that attend so many of the fund-raisers in their 4-inch-high shoes or jewelry encrusted sandals, but anyone near my age has the same troubles.
So, here comes another summer of partying. I just hope I make it until the end.
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