Another Break

I'll be gone for another week--business trip--so there will be no posting here.  I thought I'd leave you with a happy, sunny image that has been very popular on the Fuji site.  It is the sort of image people like, I guess.  I like it, too, but I prefer some of the images I posted there more.  I shouldn't be surprised about that.  I guess I'm only disappointed.

And that is why I must shun social media.

I watched the Met Gala last night on E! T.V.  Ili wanted to, and I was willing to oblige.  I tried to stay silent, though, as I knew she would not appreciate my commentary.  But I WILL complain here.  Please watch it in rerun if you get a chance.  Please.  There you will find the voices of a generation.  I didn't even know who most of the people were, and I revealed my antiquity by continually asking.  Here is an example.

Takeoff, Quavo and Offset of Migos

But this is only the small tip of the iceberg.  I tried all night not to seem. . . old?. . . but I felt it.  I felt like my grandfather watching some rock and roll thing when I was a kid.  I know in my heart of heart that this is only equivalent, but I can't get my mind around it.  But I'm trying hard.

So I remained mostly quiet and didn't comment on much.  Not the Jenners nor the Kardashians (all of whom I know in name though I couldn't pick them out of a crowd in a picture), nor any of the others. The commentary crew spoke in that language that I can't manage to master with its "odd" inflections and overuse of  big adjectives.  But it was difficult.  Man. . . I mean I was just trying to preserve the relationship.

I miss Paris Hilton so.

Ultimate Girls are only rarely national or international celebrities. For the most part they are the pretty products of the Eastern boarding schools—Foxcroft, Miss Porter’s, Westover, Madeira, Dobbs Ferry, Ethel Walker, Chatham Hall ("The Right People").

 Watching the show exhausted me in some way.  I could not stay up after that even though it was early in the evening.  It is not that I think the world has gone to hell, it has just become so, though not for Takeoff, Quavo, and Offset.  For them, it is an earthly paradise.  I get it.  I understand.

I just don't want to have to remain silent for my remaining years.

O.K.  Go back and take a look at that sunny, colorful picture.  It will wash the bad taste of post reading out of your mouth.  I'll be back in a week.  Or so I presume.