Completely irrelevant

I really need to learn to express myself in some manner other than photographs.

So now I will do my best to make photos supplementary rather than primary today.



I am so ready to be that, an old woman (this is clearly a man, but for all intents and purposes, gender is irrelevant) watching a parade from a window. It seems so nice to be old, having spent 70 years of your life learning how to love things and talk about things and watch things. My favorite thing from EL&IC right now:
"Georgia Black, in Staten Island, had turned her living room into a museum of her husband's life. She had pictures of him from when he was a kid, and his first pair of shoes, and his old report cards...
"Where were all of her her things? Where were her shoes and her diploma?
"'Hello everyone,' a man said from the door. He was holding two mugs, which steam was coming out of, and his hair was wet. 'Oh, you're awake!' Georgia said, taking the mug that said 'Georgia' on it...'Here he is,' she said. 'Here who is?' Mr. Black asked. 'My husband,' she said, almost like he was another exhibit in his life. The four of us stood there smiling at one another, and then the man said, 'Well, I suppose you'd like to see my museum now.' I told him, 'We just did. It was really great.' He said, 'No, Oskar, that's her museum. Mine's in the other room..."

Yeah, Yisa, read that book.

Also:
Britain's oldest man, Henry Allingham is 111. I wouldn't guess a day over 90.



World's oldest couple; combined age = 207


Ok, I don't want that, not quite.