I went with a new friend, Mary Lake, to the Gagosian Gallery today to see the spectacular exhibit of late Picasso. It was so powerful. One more proof that great talent and courage does not have to decline in old age but, in fact, can become deeper and bolder. I think about this every day because Beethoven is another example of it–having done his greatest work when he was old, ill and deaf.
Mary Lake was the Chair of the Stanford School of Medicine. She is also an Emma Willard alum and an obgyn. Over lunch we discussed sexuality in older women, something I will address in my next book about aging.
Tonight I will dine with Scott Peacock who sent me a jar of his strawberry preserves. Two days ago he sent about five pounds of pound cake. What does he think he is doing, fattening me up for the kill?
I have been obsessing about what I will have for dinner and decided to have calves liver which Orso’s does so brilliantly.
See you next time, I am about to go back on stage for my first scene in my wheelchair–a scene I used to dread but which I look forward to now.