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She wrote: “Mensa! My IQ got me in, and my EQ got me out.” Part of what inspired my thoughts this morning was Trude’s comment on an article I wrote about how a trainer had shamed me about a preference in music. How unfortunate that we don’t take the same assessments, which are often far more honest and far more fair, of the state of our souls as opposed to the sad state of our skins. I don’t know too many aging Western women who don’t lift their faces a bit to see what a lift would do for lifting their spirits. If the slight droop and deepening lines at the edges of my slightly-askew smile, also a gift from my sainted mother, would look better if it were snugged a bit. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit at times to thinking that the turkey gobbler neck that has begun to show, a gift from my sainted mother, would look better if it were tightened up.
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Those things could drive me mad, should I let them, and for some whose sad comments I read on Medium, they do indeed.
#OLD CROW CUPPA JOE SKIN#
This, of course has, nothing whatsoever to do with the patterns and webs of encroaching wrinkles that inform my face, the slight sag of aging skin on my once-taught calves and thighs. I am struck, as I recently passed the 67 mark, at how much more beautiful I am now than ever I was as a young woman. A lifelong friend had sent that to her in a birthday card, and I liked it so much that I stole it (and warned her). This morning fellow Medium peep Trude Diamond sent me the above line that I stole for my title. They are squat, horned, wide, chubby, barely able to see. He took my camera and took several shots for me. We slowed to a stop, the road’s dust swirling around us, the high grasses waving in the wind.
#OLD CROW CUPPA JOE DRIVER#
Simon, my E-Trip Africa guide and driver who picked me up in Nairobi yesterday to deliver me here, was following one of Ol Pejeta’s trucks as we were about to visit the resident veterinarian when we passed two rhinos: mom and baby. Last night the tall cook sliced up a fat, thick, in-season mango for my growling stomach, and delivered it to the door of my thatched hut here in Ol Pejeta, one of the world’s great conservation facilities, and the last home and hope of the black rhino.īlack and white rhinos, happily, are beginning to thrive again here, having gone from barely twenty to more than 100, which for the rhino population is the number where they are considered a “key” population. The restaurant light is on but breakfast won’t be ready until eight. It’s both cool and dark out right now, ten after six about four hours north of Nairobi.