Next time you are in Chicago, check out Oprah’s next-to-new shop. The thrift store is not exactly thrifty. But her lightly-worn Prada heels cost about half retail. It’s Oprah’s Corner tucked away in Oprah’s Store. Can’t miss it. Just across the street from her TV studio on Chicago. That woman is smart.
Recycled stuff never looks this good when I’m shopping. Rich people in Manhattan (is that redundant?) are donating old kitchen stuff to charities. By old, that includes a $25,000 custom-made glazed cream-colored set of kitchen cabinets and a $5,000 four-burner Viking range. Check out Green Demolitions.
Be careful how you choose your friends. Writing in the New Yorker, Michael Kinsley offers this slice of life:
If a hundred Americans start the voyage of life together, on average one of them will have died by the time the group turns sixteen. At forty, their lives are half over, further life expectancy at age forty is 39.9. And at age sixty-three the group starts losing an average of one person every year. Then it accelerates. By age seventy-five, sixty-seven of the original hundred are left. By age one hundred, three remain.
On that cheery note, I’m nearing the due date on getting a new battery for my pacemaker/defibrillator. The technicians had guessed the battery would run down a couple of months ago. But like the Energizer Bunny, it just keeps on going.
And we’re going, too. Back to Minneapolis in a few weeks. To keep track of my ohms, the docs are giving me a gizmo which allows me to dial in from MN, place the device over my heart and download a reading to the Austin surgeons. Pretty slick.
A news wag said it was like knowing the Six Million Dollar Man – at least the Costco version.