... life that was so all-consuming that the time to write about it simply never turned up, and the events were so unimaginable -- so "over-the-top" that I've just told myself that no one would ever believe it anyway, so -- like the tree-lighting ceremony with the Obamas that happened in Washington two years ago -- I'd just pretend that I'd dreamed it all ... .
And, yes, months ago I learned that I was being named one of Glamour magazine's "Women of the Year," and that I was being flown to New York for what was described as "the major event of the year!"
It was fortunate that it was all under wraps, not to be revealed until announced by the magazine when it hit the stands. Who would have believed it anyway?
I learned that two of the other honorees were Senator Kamala Harris and Oscar winning actor, Viola Davis. Of course there was the Red Carpet experience (you simply would not believe!) with a gauntlet of every known print and online publication known to man, all against a backdrop of sponsors (Conde Naste, Mercedes Benz, Loreal Paris , etc., etc., etc., and all clad in finery pre-selected by "my stylist!" and driven from all of the assignments in a Mercedes limo with banners attached announcing "Woman of the Year." How on earth could I possibly feel worthy of so much attention, even considering that I've lived long enough to have entered the status where I'm awarded trophies and proclamations just because I can still tie my own shoes! (Hold the Velcro!)
This was the most exciting week I've lived since the last time it happened. And it seems to be my new normal -- but why so late? Having lost all sense of "future", and now firmly mired in NOW, it's heady and waaaaay beyond any known limits!
The only discordant note was that on Sunday morning, just before appearing as a speaker for the Glamour's Summit, I was scheduled for a televised segment being interviewed by two young girls (9 and 12, I believe) for the company that manufactures Barbie. Mattel?
|Betty in borrowed finery|
With a collection of variously-costumed Barbies displayed on a small table between us, I was asked to talk about some of my childhood experiences with Barbie. With the cameras rolling I could only announce that I had no Barbie experiences since I was older than Barbie, and that she didn't exist when I was a child! Oops! I was unwilling to fake it, but did find some related chatty things to talk with the children about, but down deep I was all "a-giggle", imagining how this would read when I blogged about it later. It was a little like the time that I was in the room with countless celebrities and the only one I recognized was Miss Piggy!
Finding myself far out of context much of the time these days, but if you, at 97, have a chance to be dressed by a New York stylist for an evening that starts with a walk up the Red Carpet? Take it! It beats hell out of Friday night Bingo at the local Senior Center!
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