You can make it anywhere....It's up to you NY, NY. Tada dumdeedum, tada dumdeedum...
Well, this song is taking on new meaning. I mean, how much more stress and penalties can be placed on people living and working in NY. After all, we are taxed at one of the highest rates in the country. It is incredibly expensive to live here.
Why on earth do we stay? Used to be there were incredible jobs. Now, not so much.
Used to be there were amazing services and cultural events/places. Now that will change. One of my friends told me their child is "wait listed" at their local public school because they have no room from all the banker's babes who can no longer pay the astronomical amounts to send their kids to private school.
If you can't even send your kid to public school, and housing is not super affordable and they will charge crazy penalties over certain salaries, and they will charge small and big business for the MTA shortfalls--
Hey wait a minute, why are we here?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Great Aunt
Even though I like to think of myself as fairly young, I am a Great Aunt. and I am a great aunt many times over. My in laws are (ahem) a little bit older than us so we have nieces and nephews in their thirties. All of them are now married and all are having kids. They are all adorable.
I think one of the few things that truly ages you is children. Of course there is the usual stress of raising them, paying for them and trying to steer them in the direction of becoming valuable citizens. I keep telling my that my goal is to get them off my payroll and have me jump to theirs.
Having two sons means that I will have no one to "shop with" etc. I keep telling them that they have to buy me jewelry and push my wheelchair. One of them is more likely to do this than the other. I suppose that is part of why the British say you always want an heir and a "spare".
Anyhow they definitely age you because it is difficult to pretend you might pass for your early 30s if you have a 17 year old man hanging around who happens to be your very grown up son. But I guess with all the wrinkles of worry etc it would be pretty delusional to think one might not pass for older than I actually am.
I keep telling people I am 47--though I am almost 49. Maybe it is my memory going...
My very good friend "F" will never tell anyone her age. She will never show anyone her driver's license. My other friend D has a different age on every official piece of paper. Her passport, her license, her insurance. Her husband told her that if she didn't make sure the life insurance is accurate, he may kill her.
In any case, one of my "grands" threw their sweet arms around me to say good bye on Saturday and I said, you know I am a certain kind of Aunt. She said "what?" and I said "the Great kind". It seemed to satisfy her.
I think one of the few things that truly ages you is children. Of course there is the usual stress of raising them, paying for them and trying to steer them in the direction of becoming valuable citizens. I keep telling my that my goal is to get them off my payroll and have me jump to theirs.
Having two sons means that I will have no one to "shop with" etc. I keep telling them that they have to buy me jewelry and push my wheelchair. One of them is more likely to do this than the other. I suppose that is part of why the British say you always want an heir and a "spare".
Anyhow they definitely age you because it is difficult to pretend you might pass for your early 30s if you have a 17 year old man hanging around who happens to be your very grown up son. But I guess with all the wrinkles of worry etc it would be pretty delusional to think one might not pass for older than I actually am.
I keep telling people I am 47--though I am almost 49. Maybe it is my memory going...
My very good friend "F" will never tell anyone her age. She will never show anyone her driver's license. My other friend D has a different age on every official piece of paper. Her passport, her license, her insurance. Her husband told her that if she didn't make sure the life insurance is accurate, he may kill her.
In any case, one of my "grands" threw their sweet arms around me to say good bye on Saturday and I said, you know I am a certain kind of Aunt. She said "what?" and I said "the Great kind". It seemed to satisfy her.
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